“I’m not very bright about money. I’m not domestic either. If I don’t learn how to cook, maybe I won’t have to.”

I never saw film stars at home. We had no maid, no cook, no swimming pool.

My friends seem much more excited about my doing Anastasia than Brainstorm… and to tell you the truth, I feel the same way.

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he is a baby.

Almost every girl falls in love with the wrong man, I suppose it’s part of growing up.

Today’s films are so technological that an actor becomes starved for roles that deal with human relationships.

Sometimes when I visit my sister and her two children, I wonder if she missed a lot by getting married. Right now, nothing could be further from my mind than getting married.

I didn’t know who the hell I was. I was whoever they wanted me to be.

If I didn’t believe in what I’m doing, I’d rather go to work in a dime store.

From ages 10 to 12 or so, I barely remember anything.

There are certain stars who are not actors. I don’t want to be that type.

I was so young, and making movies, going to the studio every morning at dawn was magic.

The times that I have done something that I didn’t respond to emotionally right away, it’s generally not worked out too well.

I didn’t like children. I didn’t think of myself as a child. I didn’t like any of the things other children were interested in.

For the first time I feel an inner emotional security. There is reality and dependability. My life revolves around Richard and the baby.

I’ve been terrified of the water, and yet it seems I’m forced to go into in on every movie that I make.

She is the light, making my life brighter.

The saddest days will bring out the brightest.

Even if I have no other makeup on, I always want a nude lip, and if I’m going to do a bright, I want it to be matte.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

See between the darks of night, stars always emit their brightest shine.

The lantern of my dreams, the more it burns, the brighter it seems.

Once I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.

The brighter the light, The darker the shadows. The more the lights, The more the number of shadows.