“I don’t enjoy public performances and being up on a stage. I don’t enjoy the glamour. Like tonight, I am up on stage and my feet hurt.”

There’s a part of you that always remains a child, no matter how mature you get, how sophisticated or weary.

It takes me about 10 years to appreciate what it is I’ve done.

Part of our society kills what it loves, despises what it’s created. It really hates success.

It is every woman’s dream to be some man’s dream woman.

Moviemakers can be late to a subject, or afraid, but often they are brave and ahead of their time.

I need instant gratification.

Believe in the power of your voice! Be yourself. Everyone is unique.

I was a personality before I became a person.

We elected a President, not a Pope.

I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.

I was raised on the streets, in hot, steamy Brooklyn, with stifled air.

Performing, for me, has always been a very inner process.

The moral immune system of this country has been weakened and attacked, and the AIDS virus is the perfect metaphor for it. The malignant neglect of the last twelve years has led to breakdown of our country’s immune system, environmentally, culturally, politically, spiritually and physically.

I hated singing. I wanted to be an actress. But I don’t think I’d have made it any other way.

Stay true to yourself. People respond to authenticity.

I’m interested in the truth, and unauthorized biographies are not. Yes, I would like to correct those errors someday.

Even when I was close to defeat I rose to my feet

It embarrasses me to think of all those years I was buying silk suits and alligator shoes that were hurting my feet; cars that I just parked, and the dust would just build up on them.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

A man on a horse is spiritually, as well as physically, bigger then a man on foot.

Picked up the guitar, and within seconds everyone was on their feet. I’ll never forget this moment.

Anyone who abandons you is for teaching you how to stand up on your own two feet.

A woman came from a man’s rib Not from his feet to be below him Not from his head to be above him But from his side to be equal to him From his heart to be loved by him.