“Having a teenage daughter is like riding a young horse over an unknown steeplechase course. You don’t know when to pull up the reins, when to let the horse have its head – or what.”

My real difficulty was to become a normal person again, after having been a movie actress for so long. For me, at the time I was living in New York and Hollywood, a normal person was someone who made movies.

Getting angry doesn’t solve anything.

For a woman, forty is torture, the end.

When at last I took the time to look into the heart of a flower, it opened up a whole new world; a world where every country walk would be an adventure, where every garden would become an enchanted one.

Why getting angry? Getting angry doesn’t solve anything. I don’t like yelling and fighting and I can’t quarrel, I prefer to let it drop. When people use disagreeable words, I feel crushed and remember them for a long time.

I would like to be remembered as someone who accomplished useful deeds, and who was a kind and loving person. I would like to leave the memory of a human being with a correct attitude and who did her best to help others.

The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.

I don’t like yelling and fighting, and I can’t quarrel.

I don’t want to be married to someone who feels inferior to my success or because I make more money than he does.

I do isometrics in church so while I’m doing my soul some good, I’m doing my body some good, too.

I’ve had happy moments in my life, but I don’t think that happiness– being happy– is a perpetual state that anyone can be in. Life isn’t that way.

I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to stay in a business where I have to get up earlier and earlier and it takes longer and longer for me to get in front of a camera.

At times I think I actually hate Hollywood. I have many acquaintances there, but few friends.

I never say ‘never,’ and I never say ‘always.’

Our life dictates a certain kind of wardrobe.

I loved acting. I didn’t particularly like being a movie star.

The man who meditates is a depraved animal.

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

Dirty pony, I can’t wait to hose you down.

A Number of Friends is of more Worth than a Flock of Sheep, or of Goats, or than a Herd of Oxen.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being – like a worm.

Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole.

If your dog doesn’t like someone, you probably shouldn’t either.