My whole life has been decided by fate.

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

I still have this teddy bear I've had since I was three...and all my boxes, all kinds of boxes. I just won't give them up. It's like if I give them up, I've given in to being a movie star.

On TV, the children can watch people murdering each other, which is a very unnatural thing, but they can't watch two people in the very natural process of making love. Now, really, that doesn't make any sense, does it?

My whole life has been decided by fate.

If you just take it down to bare facts, the reason for living is the reason you make it. I mean the brain was made to create.

Sexiness is all in the eye of the beholder. I think it should be. Absolutely. My sex appeal, whatever it might be, isn't obvious... at least to me.