Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

I am the only real truth I know.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

There is lonely, and there is alone time. I have found that both have etched character upon my soul.

I can win anytime. Kevin's going to go back to Burbank and tell everybody in his cubicle how he won at the Golden Nugget. Sometimes the pot isn't the money.

Satan's friendship reaches to the prison door.

I may not understand, but I am willing to admire.

Seventy per cent humidity is ideal for vocal cords.

I entered this career having no background or connection to acting.

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

I paint a slice of life, whatever it is that day.

My mom is an artist and my own fiction is deeply visual.

Where there is no common power, there is no law