“If everybody likes you, you are not a very interesting person.”

Acting should be bigger than life. Scripts should be bigger than life. It should all be bigger than life.

Life is the past, the present and the perhaps.

There comes a time in every woman’s life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.

I will never be below the title.

Yes, burn your bridges.

Gay Liberation? I ain’t against it, it’s just that there’s nothing in it for me.

I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.

Being called very, very difficult is the beginning of success. Until you’re called very, very difficult you’re really nobody at all.

You should know me well enough by now to know I don’t ask for things I don’t think I can get.

I never did pal around with actresses. Their talk usually bored me to tears.

Attempt the impossible in order to improve your work.

Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.

I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.

Almost as many inhumanities are committed in the name of love as in the name of religion.

I think men have got to change an awful lot. They still prefer the little woman.

Getting old is not for sissies.

I’m the type of person to put myself in everybody else’s shoes.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

The needs for safety, belonging, love relations and for respect can be satisfied only by other people, i.e. only from outside the person.

The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.

If my sinfulness appears to me to be in any way smaller or less detestable in comparison with the sins of others, I am still not recognizing my sinfulness at all. How can I possibly serve another person in unfeigned humility if I seriously regard his sinfulness as worse than my own?

Not until one person desires to keep his own bread for himself does hunger ensue.

In terms of love, you’re not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I’m a very tragic person. But there’s always an element of humor at the end.

Having thus become a mindless tool, the stupid person will also be capable of any evil and at the same time incapable of seeing that it is evil.