You relate to a character and you find that character within yourself. It's all parts of me. I don't leave characters behind. I just let them go.

I lived an idyllic 'Huckleberry Finn' life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was 'To Kill a Mockingbird'-esque.

You shouldn't change what you are in the search for success.

The name Sissy came because my brothers called me that.

I was always proud about being from Texas and, you know, maybe that was part of fearlessness. I love the fact that Texas is so big, but you don't feel small because of that.

You know, I don’t know what the future will bring, but I’m ready for whatever comes!

I had a dozen years to act before starting a family then found that motherhood dwarfed everything else. Once or twice a year, I take a project that appeals to me for its redeeming social value.

When I'm pushing myself, testing myself, that's when I'm happiest. That's when the rewards are greatest.

I may be ignorant but I ain't stupid!

You know, your career is just your career; your life is your life!

Texas is just so rich with characters. Women who live alone in a little house on a thousand acres with nothing but cattle and a pickup truck. And an airplane.

Truth is what reconciles thought and experience.

Yes, I've been trepanned. That's quite an interesting experience, especially for my brain surgeon, who saw my thoughts flying around in my brain.

In my heart, I never called one wrong.

Certainly any president - Democrat, Republican, liberal, conservative - should keep an open mind until they get the briefing.

I'm always working. If I'm not in my studio I become quite nervous.

It is the melody which is the charm of music, and it is that which is most difficult to produce. The invention of a fine melody is a work of genius.

Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.

If wrestling can be considered an art form, then [Ric Flair] is using oils, and the many others merely water colors.

I never write about CIA conspiracies or the FBI or mafia or anything like that because I just dont understand that world. But I think I do understand individual human harmfulness.

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed Gray Truth is now her painted toy.