James Dean's death had a profound effect on me. The instant I heard about it, I vomited. I don't know why.

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.

The thing that bugs me is the average woman's complete ignorance of the functional purpose of cosmetics, which is to supplement, not conceal.

The sadness of our existence should not leave us blunted, on the contrary--how to remain thin-skinned, vulnerable and stay alive?

I keep my family out of my public life because it can be an awful nuisance to them. What's my mother going to tell strangers anyway? That I was a cute baby and that she's terribly proud of me? Nuts. Who cares?

Look! Look! If you look really hard at things you'll forget you're going to die.

A man should be what he can do.