I am good, but not an angel.

I always felt I was a nobody, and the only way for me to be somebody was to be - well, somebody else. Which is probably why I wanted to act.

First, I'm trying to prove to myself that I'm a person. Then maybe I'll convince myself that I'm an actress.

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

Arthur Miller wouldn't have married me if I had been nothing but a dumb blonde.

The thing I want more than anything else? I want to have children. I used to feel for every child I had, I would adopt another.

It's almost having certain kinds of secrets for yourself that you'll let the whole world in on only for a moment.