Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)

I had to use my wits or else I'd have been sunk - and nothings going to sink me. Everyone was always pulling at me, tugging at me, as if they wanted a piece of me. It was always, 'do this, do that,' and not just on the job but off, too. God, I've tried to stay intact, whole.

I think that sexuality is only attractive when it's natural and spontaneous.

I love a natural look in pictures. I like people with a feeling one way or another - it shows an inner life. I like to see that there’s something going on inside them.

People respect you because they feel you've survived hard times and endured, and although you've become famous, you haven't become phony.

No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't.

I finally made up my mind I wanted to be an actress and I was not going to let my lack of confidence ruin my chances.