We often don’t think of them, we think of the great wars and the great battles, but what about losing a son or a daughter, or a girl losing her husband or vice versa? I think of the people who never got the chance to have the opportunities I had.
Someone said to me, “Hey, what’s it like kissing Marilyn Monroe?” I said, “It’s like kissing Hitler. What are you doing asking me such a stupid question?”
Even on a personal note, my dressing table downstairs is crowded with things, like a mini landscape. It’s a city with buildings and towers and roads. There’s a pool and a little park. When I move something around it becomes a different tableau.
