I'm the last of the truly tacky women. I do trash with flash and sleaze with ease.

I read neither good nor bad about me. I let it not even in my life, so it has no effect on me. I am very sensitive.

I decided years ago not to read stories about myself anymore. Each one is a potential minefield: Whatever it says, you're bound to take it the wrong way. Why do it if you know it's going to make you miserable?

Here I am, one of the most colorful women of my time - if not of my block - being made to sound positively legumelike in printed interviews.

When the movies first started, audiences were dumbstruck to see actresses walking around in evening gowns. They'd never seen anything like that. They wanted to be like those actors and actresses, so the movies informed their behavior. A lot of people started drinking martinis and smoking cigarettes because they felt it was cool.

A lot of people say that my life is wasted on me because I could be a bigger asshole than I am, but I've chosen not to be.

I've forbidden my daughter to have grandchildren, I'm too young.