I don't want everybody to see exactly where I live, what my sofa or my fireplace looks like.

I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one.

What I really want to say: That what the world really needs is a real feeling of kinship. Everybody: stars, laborers, Negroes, Jews, Arabs. We are all brothers.

Fame will go by and, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experience, but that's not where I live.

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

If I close my eyes and think of Hollywood, all I see is one big varicose vein.