I was so young, and making movies, going to the studio every morning at dawn was magic.

The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he is a baby.

Almost every girl falls in love with the wrong man, I suppose it's part of growing up.

Not even analysis, by itself, can transform you. You must still do the changing yourself.

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.

For the first time I feel an inner emotional security. There is reality and dependability. My life revolves around Richard and the baby.

Stardom is only a by-product of acting. I don't think being a movie star is a good enough reason for existing.

I've been terrified of the water, and yet it seems I'm forced to go into in on every movie that I make.

My mother used to tell me, No matter what they ask you, always say yes. You can learn later.

I couldn't even go to the bathroom alone. My mother or a social worker always went with me.

If I didn't believe in what I'm doing, I'd rather go to work in a dime store.

You will find the lies in the light and truth in the dark

We need men who can dream of things that never were.

I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.

It's time to be bold about who you really are.

I felt in a lot of instances I was deliberately being put through stress because when you're a guy who generates money, people have a vested interest in controlling you.

I had spent time in New York, where I loved the idea that theater could be done up in tiny little rooms rather than for lots of money on a big stage, and be tied to ordinary life.

Metaphors hide in plain sight, and their influence is largely unconscious. We should mind our metaphors, though, because metaphors make up our minds.

Falling in love with love Is falling for make-believe.

Miles above the Earth we know , Fancy's rocket roars. Below, Here and Now are needles which Sew a pattern black as pitch, Waiting for the rocket's light.

What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.