I think there's a certain level of trust that I have with women. I've always been honest, even when I haven't had good times in my life or my movie bombed or I've had great success. I've owned up to all of it.

What's the worst that can happen? If it doesn't do well I can put on my big girl panties, deal with it and move on.

To make lips look naturally pink, I put on red lipstick, wipe it off, and then apply clear gloss.

Throughout my career I have been talked out of things I wanted to do, and when I look back, I think I should have followed my instincts.

I would say a magical thing happened on when the big 40th birthday came. I felt like a light kind of just went off, and maybe that's because I felt like at 40 I had the right to say and be who I wanted to be, say what I wanted to say, and accept what I didn't want to accept.

I guess you could say I have bad taste in men. But I no longer feel the need to be someone's wife.

I carried my Oscar to bed with me. My first and only three-way happened that night.