I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.
I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get, the younger their new wives get.
Everything makes me nervous - except making films.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
Success is a great deodorant.
Marriage is a great institution.
It is strange that the years teach us patience that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.
I've been through it all, baby, I'm mother courage.
I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them.
I don't entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been. But I'm me. God knows, I'm me.
She seemed to be lovely still to herself, as if no amount of looking into mirrors could ruin her illusion.
I think I'm finally growing up - and about time.
My mother says I didn't open my eyes for eight days after I was born, but when I did, the first thing I saw was an engagement ring. I was hooked.
I'm a survivor - a living example of what people can go through and survive.
Some of my best leading men have been dogs and horses.
You find out who your real friends are when you're involved in a scandal.
When people say: she's got everything I've only one answer: I haven't had tomorrow.
I've only slept with men I've been married to. How many women can make that claim?
I hate myself on the screen. I want to die ... my voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet.... I'd love to be tall and willowy ... I'm short.
I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean period. So you know I don't like myself.