I've considered having my nose fixed. But I didn't trust anyone enough. If I could do it myself with a mirror.

I like to stay home a lot. I like to do other things, too, like decorate.

I have one son. Of everything I've done in my life, nothing matches the feeling of having life growing inside you.

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I want it all.

I'm sure that I don't know everything I want to know. I have so much more to learn.

One thing's for sure: now when I look at Funny Girl, I think I was gorgeous. I was too beautiful to play Fanny Brice.

Everybody's frightened a bit. But how many of us just go through the fear and do it anyway?