“In spite of everything life is not without hope.”

Dreaming about being an actress is more exciting than being one.

Love in this dying world but the simple word “love” itself already died and went away.

You deny your own values and opinions, and you adopt a personality that isn’t you.

I’ve often stood silent at a party for hours listening to my movie idols turn into dull and little people.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.

I could never pretend something I didn’t feel. I could never make love if I didn’t love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.

When you’re young and healthy you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday you’re laughing again.

All men are the same. They just have different faces so that women differentiate them.

I do what I like, I like what I do.

I want to grow old without facelifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made.

A wise girl knows her limits, a smart girl knows that she has none.

The thing I want more than anything else? I want to have children. I used to feel for every child I had, I would adopt another.

We should all start to live before we get too old.

I don’t mind making jokes, but I don’t want to look like one.

A sex symbol becomes a thing. I hate being a thing.

I love to do the things the censors won’t pass.

I’m not desperate but I know that some day I’ll be the coach again of some team.

I have tried to keep on with my striving because this is the only hope I have of ever achieving anything worthwhile and lasting.

I surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a  growing thing, too.

To hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.

I’m a hopeless romantic and passionate person when it comes to love.

The ‘machine-gun’ approach to photography – by which many negatives are made with the hope that one will be good – is fatal to serious results.

If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.

For what I have publish’d, I can only hope to be pardon’d; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais’d.