I’ve given pure sex appeal very little thought. If I had to think about it I’m sure it would frighten me.

In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life.

One of the things I like best about men is they're a little vulnerable.

I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me- and that I've made of myself- as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it.

My marriage didn't make me sad, but it didn't make me happy either. My husband and I hardly spoke to each other. This wasn't because we were angry. We had nothing to say. I was dying of boredom.

I live to succeed, not to please you or anyone else.

The chief drawback with men is that they are too talkative.