Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change. Because, if it does change, then it won't have anything to complain about.

Do we soon forget the things we cannot see?

Muhammad, my friend, I'm getting very scared. Teach me how to love my brothers who don't know the law, and what about the deal on the flying trapeze?

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

In real life I'm bone dry and when I play I'm a mango and in sex I'm starving to be a dripping mango

I felt sidelined by the industry, by the preoccupation with finding something newer, younger.

There is a time and a place for things. Sometimes one needs to put a filter on oneself. That can be a good thing.