“My mother used to tell me, No matter what they ask you, always say yes. You can learn later.”

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.

Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me.

If I can give you one strong piece of advice, when you go away for that romantic weekend, whatever you do, do not accept or take the upgrade to the honeymoon suite.

Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her; but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.

It’s easier to accept the fact that you’re just not good enough. We all have a lot more than we think we have.

We cannot think of being acceptable to others until we have first proven acceptable to ourselves.

We were poor. But my mom never accepted that. She worked hard to become a residential contractor – got her master’s with honors at the University of New Orleans. I used to go to every class with her. Her father was my paternal figure.

You may not like what’s happening, but just accept it, and let’s try to live together.

I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.