Lightbulbs Die, My Sweet. I Will Depart.

I Feel Cheated Never Being Able To Know What It's Like To Get Pregnant, Carry A Child And Breast-feed.

I Got Into Acting So That I Could Meet Girls. Pretty Girls Came Later. First, I Wanted To Start Off With Someone With Two Legs, Who'd Smile At Me And Look Soft.

I Think 'retirement' Goes Hand In Hand With People Who Make A Living By Having A 'job.' I Don't Think We-the .00001 Percent Of The Population Who Are So Fortunate To Love Passionately What We Do-consider It A 'job.

Depressed, Anxious, Sad, Frightened? Yes. But I've Never Been Bored.

Poverty Is Not Dated. Homeless People Have Looked The Same Since The Thirteenth Century. Go Back To The Times Of Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky. Look At Photographs. It's Amazing. The Face On A Homeless Person Is Timeless.