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.

New York critics - I hear when one of them watched "A Star Is Born", he talked back to the screen.

I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.

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

I can't stand to see red in my profit-or-loss column. I'm Taurus the bull, so I react to red. If I see it, I sell my stocks quickly.

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.

Sometimes you resent the people you love and need the most. Love is so fascinating in all its forms, and I think everyone who has ever been a mother will relate to this.