I must say I can appreciate it when males are very male. Like Harrison [Ford], for instance. He's pretty butch. I guess I prefer butch to terribly fey.

In the Fifties, my parents were known as 'America's sweethearts'. Their pictures graced the covers of all the newspapers. They were the Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston of their day.

My mom had the breakdown for the family, and I went into therapy for all of us.

I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.

The only one who didn't know was George Lucas. We kept it from him, because we wanted to see what his face looked like when it changed expression--and he fooled us even then. He got Industrial Light and Magic to change his facial expressions for him and THX sound to make the noise of a face-changing expression.

I was telling some people in my dressing room some of my other stories, my psychotic break, and blah, blah, blah, and no, they kind of look at you and it's just not what they wanted to hear.

The world of manic depression is a world of bad judgment calls.