I guess I have always been deeply terrified to really be someone's wife since I know from life one cannot love another, ever, really.

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

Do people ever get over being shy? I think it’s with you for life-like the color of your eyes.

I have evolved my own exercises, for the muscles I wish to keep firm, and I know they are right for me because I can feel them putting the proper muscles into play as I exercise.

Everybody is always tugging at you. They'd all like a sort of chunk out of you. I don' think they realize it, but it's like 'grrr do this, grr do that' But you do want to stay intact-intact and on two feet.

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

Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.