I was a self-centered bore. I was masochistic, and only thought I was happy. When I woke up and said, "there must be something wrong with me", I grew up. Because I never understood myself, how could I hope to understand anyone else? That's why I can truly say that now I can give a woman love for the first time in my life, because I can understand her.

I think that making love is the best form of exercise.

I've often been accused by critics of being myself on-screen. But being oneself is more difficult than you'd suppose.

Divorce is a game played by lawyers.

I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.

One pretends to do something, or copy someone or some teacher, until it can be done confidently and easily in what becomes one's own style

Who is omnipotent or wise enough to decide each new standard of good taste? Or sensitivity?