Maybe, in the final analysis, they saw me as something I wasn't and I tried to turn them into something they could never be. I loved them all but maybe I never understood any of them. I don't think they understood me.

Fame gives you everything you never wanted.

Sex isn't all that important, but it is when you love someone very much.

When you have to face up to the fact that marriage to the man you love is really over, that's very tough, sheer agony. In that kind of harrowing situation, I always go away and cut myself off from the world. Also, I sober up immediately when there is genuine bad news in my life; I never face it with alcohol in my brain. I just rented a house in Palm Springs and sat there and just suffered for a couple of weeks. I suffered there until I was strong enough to face it.

God knows I've got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.

I hate cheating. I won’t put up with it. I don’t do it myself.

It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.