Some people are addicts. If they don't act, they don't exist.

I can't belong to groups. I've tried. I behave normally, but people don't look at me normally.

Something pretty... that's just the surface. People worry so much about aging, but you look younger if you don't worry about it.

I need, absolutely, to be alone.

I shall die very young...maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.

Sometimes the directors were afraid of what they brought out of me.

Every night I go over what I did in the day, in ethical or moral terms. Have I treated people properly? Did I tell the truth?