Harry Cohn did not make me. But I also feel that I probably didn't make me, either. I think it was a combination. I think that's what made it work.

I don't think you want to give all the answers, but I think every answer you do give should bring up another question, and not all questions should be answered.

I didn't want to start relying on what someone else thought was right. It was easier to go away all together.

I always felt Jimmy was trapped in Hollywood. He felt it himself. He loved aviation so much and he wanted to be able to do more of that. He somehow just got stuck here.

I loved acting, which was never about money, the fame. It was about a search for meaning. It was painful.

I was always opinionated.

If you want to live on the edge of life, you need to be flexible.

If you're wanting glamorous or really beautiful or really sexy, well then, I wasn't really the one, but I could do all of that. You could just get really lost in that kind of image.

So, Hitchcock wouldn't say anything about my work in the movie but, on the other hand, he wouldn't complain, either.

I live way out in the country, so there's not a lot of people around to remind me. And my friends don't think of me as 'Kim Novak' anymore anyway. It's like they forgot, too. And so it's nice.

I knew Rita Hayworth only enough to know that she was just a tender, sensitive, beautiful human being. A lovely person. Very gentle. She would never stand up for her rights.

Life becomes perfect if I look at it through my imperfect perceptions.

Does anyone act more like an overserious senior citizen with time running out on their chance for immortality than someone in their twenties?

How strange that he should feel trapped by plans he himself had set in motion.

I love movie-making. I'm interested in writing and directing, and I've dabbled, but I haven't done anything I care to brag about. Yet.

There is a place on earth that is a vast desolate wilderness, a place populated by shadows of the dead in their multitudes, a place where the living are dead, where only death, hate and pain exist.

The world tends to trap you in the role you play and it is always extremely hard to maintain a watchful, mocking distance between oneself as one appears to be and oneself as one actually is.

No one on earth is so boring and insignificant that he or she is not worth writing or reading about...One thing's for sure—no one but you can be the hero of your story.

I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.

Many more schools can be outstanding.

I am the most ruthless, brutal champion ever. There is no one who can match me. I want your heart. I want to eat your children.