I go by instinct - I don't worry about experience.
I was a personality before I became a person - I am simple, complex, generous, selfish, unattractive, beautiful, lazy and driven.
Why am I so famous? What am I doing right? What are the others doing wrong?
The audience is the best judge of anything. They cannot be lied to. Truth brings them closer. A moment that lags - they're gonna cough.
If I hear a record once, I usually never listen to it again. I rarely listen to music - unless it's Billie Holiday.
My mother had a great voice. Not like mine, not like my sister's, not like my son's - a high soprano voice, but like a bird. I mean, really beautiful.
Why is it men are permitted to be obsessed about their work, but women are only permitted to be obsessed about men?
I arrived in Hollywood without having my nose fixed, my teeth capped, or my name changed. That is very gratifying to me.
I got sent to a health camp when I was about 6 years old, and we all had to wear the same starchy blue uniform. The lady who took care of me after school knit me a burgundy sweater. It was the only thing that gave me any individuality.
I do have friends that are Republicans, and we have very spirited conversations on a whole range of issues. I am often baffled by why they are Republicans, but I enjoy the dialogue and can move beyond politics to find common ground in my personal relationships.
Oh God, don't envy me, I have my own pains.
Marlon Brando. The finest actor who ever lived. He was my idol when I was 13. He's done enough work to last two lifetimes. Everything I do, I think: Can Brando play this with me?
It is sort of boring to stay in the same spot. You know, I didn't set out to become the first to do this, the first to do that. It was just that my interests were so diversified.
My nose was part of my heritage, and if I had talent to sing and to act, why wasn't that enough?
I knew that with a mouth like mine, I just hadda be a star or something.
I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.
I don't enjoy public performances and being up on a stage. I don't enjoy the glamour. Like tonight, I am up on stage and my feet hurt.
They're called 'angels' because they're in heaven until the reviews come out.
What does it mean when people applaud? Should I give 'em money? Say thank you? Lift my dress? The lack of applause - that I can respond to.
Around people I don't know, I'm totally at a loss.
