My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.
They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself.
Champagne is the one thing that gives me zest when I am tired.
I have no regrets. If I wanted to keep acting, I would have never left the cinema.
Solitude scares me. It makes me think about love, death, and war. I need distraction from anxious, black thoughts.
My wild and free side unsettled some, and unwedged others.