What I have always loved most in men is imperfection. I get moved by the wrinkles on the throat of a man. It makes me love him more. I think it is sad that more women don't take the chance that maybe men will be moved by seeing the chin a little less firm than it used to be, that a man will be more in love with his wife because he remembers who she was and sees who she is and thinks, God, isn't that lovely that this happened to her. And be moved by life telling its story there.

Life experiences become acting experiences, which in turn become life experiences.

The void Papa's death left in me became a kind of cavity, into which later experiences were to be laid.

If only we could accept that there is no difference between us where human values are concerned. Whatever sex.

I'm maybe not so much an exception, maybe because I've lived so long that more is coming, more is there.

I believe we come to earth with sealed orders. I believe that only those who lack passion look down on purpose.

Film is wonderful as opposed to theater, because it will always live there, and they will always be seen.