A woman, I always say, should be like a good suspense movie: The more left to the imagination, the more excitement there is. This should be her aim - to create suspense, to let a man discover things about her without her having to tell him.
All love scenes started on the set are continued in the dressing room.
Happiness is a small house, with a big kitchen.
Self-plagiarism is style.
I'm a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character.
A woman of mystery is one who also has a certain maturity and whose actions speak louder than words. Any woman can be one, if she keeps those two points in mind. She should grow up-and shut up.