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

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.

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.

I thought it was a wonderful line – right on the cutting room floor.

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

Why bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.

I am my own heaven and hell!

Chase after the truth like all hell and you’ll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails.

There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man’s unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.

To hell with the rules. If it sounds right, then it is.

Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?

Heaven and hell is right now. You make it heaven or you make it hell by your actions.