I made up my mind to be an actress when I was 4 years old.

I'm a workaholic. Before long I'm traveling on my nervous energy alone. This is incredibly exhausting.

The average housewife goes to the restaurant to relax and enjoy the food. But when Eva walks in, she becomes the center of attention.

East Hampton happens to have been the first place in the world where I was a star, a real star with a star pasted above my name on the dressing-room door.

I've always known I would be a success, but I was surprised at the way it came.

My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental.

After all the work I've done, why should I suddenly be treated as a bona fide actress?