“I remember all too well the premiere of Ecstasy when I watched my bare bottom bounce across the screen and my mother and father sat there in shock.”

I’m fifty-one years old, but I’m not through yet. I have lived a full life, and intend packing in quite a lot more.

I appreciate subtlety. I have never enjoyed a kiss in front of the camera. There’s nothing to it except not getting your lipstick smeared.

It’s funny about men and women. Men pay in cash to get them and pay in cash to get rid of them. Women pay emotionally coming and going. Neither has it easy.

I was in constant demand, in my professional life and my personal life.

Perhaps my problem in marriage-and it is the problem of many women-was to want both intimacy and independence. It is a difficult line to walk, yet both needs are important to a marriage.

To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it. After a taste of stardom, everything else is poverty.

One of my favorite people is Gypsy Rose Lee. She bears out the Biblical promise that he who has, gets. And I hope she gets a lot more.

Hope & curiosity about the future seemed better than guarantees. The unknown was always so attractive to me, and still is.

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

Let any pretty girl announce a divorce in Hollywood and the wolves come running. Fresh meat for the beast, and they are always hungry.

Because you don’t live near a bakery doesn’t mean you have to go without cheesecake.

I’m a sworn enemy of convention. I despise the conventional in anything, even the arts.

The ladder of success in Hollywood is usually a press agent, actor, director, producer, leading man; and you are a star if you sleep with each of them in that order. Crude, but true.

If I had my way everyone would have a psychiatrist. When the brain is sick and you must throw up, you do it by being purged in a psychiatrist’s office.

I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father’s equal, and I never loved any other man as much.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.

But the Christian also knows that he not only cannot and dare not be anxious, but that there is no need for him to be so. Neither anxiety now work can secure his daily bread, for bread is the gift of the Father.

Modern candidates seem to have to live with political matters all the time. In my father’s time, a politician’s home was still his castle.

When you have a good mother and no father, God kind of sits in. It’s not enough, but it helps.

My father was a great innovator in public life, but when it came to raising his daughters, no one could have been more conservative.

My father had extravagant notions of my beauty, grace, wit, and charm.

On Halloween, because we don’t celebrate it, my dad would drive me somewhere, anywhere different. Like Little Italy in New York to walk around and teach me all about the food and culture.

I don’t want my kids saying, ‘My dad was a gangster, so I need to be a gangster. I would rather mine say, ‘My dad was a stunna, so I need to be a stunna.