It was not my class of people. There was not a producer, a press agent, a director, an actor.

If I would believe what I read about myself, I would hate my guts too.

We were both in love with him. I fell out of love with him, but he didn't.

I love the intellectual type. They know everything and suspect nothing.

As a woman, you have to choose between your fanny or your face. I chose my face.

To be loved is a strength. To love is a weakness.

Macho does not prove mucho