Love and work are the only two real things in our lives. They belong together, otherwise it is off. Work is in itself a form of love.

Within crisis, are the seeds of opportunity.

My public is growing up just as I am. After all, I'm not 19 anymore and if I stick with the sex bit, who will be paying to see me when I'm 50?

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.

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

I love to do the things the censors won't pass.

For life: it is rather a determination not to be overwhelmed. For work: the truth can only be recalled, never invented.