Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.

My heart belongs to daddy.

Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don't feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.

How do I know about a man's needs for a sex symbol? I'm a girl.

Speaking of Oscars, I would win overwhelmingly if the Academy gave an Oscar for faking orgasms. I have done some of my best acting convincing my partners I was in the throes of ecstasy.

Fame is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.

Wouldnt it be nice to be like men and get notches in your belt... and not get emotionally involved?