Squeezing yourself to ooze out the last ounce of sex allure is terribly hard. I'd like to do roles like Julie in Bury the Dead, Gretchen in Faust and Teresa in Cradle Song.

Everyone’s childhood plays itself out. No wonder no one knows the other or can completely understand. By this I don’t know if I’m just giving up with this conclusion or resigning myself — or maybe for the first time connecting with reality. How do we know the pain or another’s earlier years, let alone all that he drags with him since along the way at best a lot of leeway is needed for the other — yet how much is unhealthy for one to bear. I think to love bravely is the best and accept — as much as one can bear.

Of the nude pictures: Sure I posed. I needed the money.

You've got a way with words. You got me smiling even when it hurts. There's no way to measure what your love is worth, I can't believe the way you get through to me. ~ Shania Twain If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything

Dogs have never hurt me. Only men have.

I learned to walk when I was ten months old and I've been walking this way ever since.

Only the public can make a star. It's the studios who try to make a system out of it.