I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.

I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.

I dated dozens of young men, had fun with all, made commitments to none.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

Eccentric behavior is not routinely noticed around a movie set.

Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.