I wanted to be myself. Only myself.

I started out as a lousy actress and have remained one.

On the outside one is a star. But in reality, one is completely alone, doubting everything. To experience this loneliness of soul is the hardest thing in the world.

I would like, before I die, to see the changes I've always fought for being made. If not, my life will have been worth nothing.

My mother wanted me to be friends only with children she considered socially suitable.

I didn't throw myself off my balcony only because I knew people would photograph me lying dead.

Women get more unhappy the more they try to liberate themselves.