Some of my foster families used to send me to the movies to get me out of the house and there I'd sit all day and way into the night. Up in front, there with the screen so big, a little kid all alone, and I loved it. I loved anything that moved up there and I didn't miss anything that happened and there was no popcorn either.

It’s easier to look sexy when you’re thinking of one man in particular.

I have never been able to wear pajamas or creepy nightgowns; they disturb my sleep.

Fame has a special burden, which I might as well state here and now. I don't mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. But what goes with it can be a burden

I've found men are less likely to let petty things annoy them.

I'm personally opposed to a deep tan because I like to feel blond all over.

Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help?