“I don’t like my voice. I don’t like the way I look. I don’t like the way I move. I don’t like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don’t like myself.”

I think I ended up being the scarlet woman partly because of my rather puritannical upbringing and beliefs. I always chose to think I was in love and that love was synonymous with marriage.

I know I’m vulgar, but would you have me any other way?

I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being – to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.

I believe in mind over matter and doing anything you set your mind on.

My mother says I didn’t open my eyes for eight days after I was born, but when I did, the first thing I saw was an engagement ring. I was hooked.

Marriage is a great institution.

I will love Michael Jackson forever.

I never face the day without perfume.

Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security?

I would totally lose myself in the music and be a gypsy. I would go wherever I wanted to in my head – wherever the music took me. My body followed.

I don’t love acting; I love chocolate.

When people say, ‘She’s got everything’, I’ve got one answer – I haven’t had tomorrow.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die. My voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet. I’d love to be tall and willowy. I’m short.

When you’re older, you’ll appreciate the advantages of sleeping alone.

So much is said with the electricity of the eyes, the intensity of a whisper. Less is more.

I don’t pretend to be an ordinary housewife.