The only way I've been able to survive the betrayal of lovers, family members, and society is to be able to create as an artist.

Being blonde is definitely a different state of mind. I can't really put my finger on it, but the artifice of being blonde has some incredible sort of sexual connotation. Men really respond to it. I love blonde hair but it really does something different to you. I feel more grounded when I have dark hair, and I feel more ethereal when I have light hair. It's unexplainable. I also feel more Italian when my hair is dark.

Having children made me go down a road of serious introspection and self-examination. I think it's informed and hopefully enhanced my creativity.

Everyone probably thinks that I'm a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite, when the truth is I'd rather read a book.

My life is not a game that I play to entertain you.

You don't have to have a language in common with someone for a sexual rapport. But it helps if the language you don't understand is Italian.

My mother died when I was five, and all I did was sit and cry. I cried and cried and cried all day, until the neighbors went away.