The enjoyment of freedom which could be exercised without any motivation would be the real hallmark of a maniac.
Every actor wants to get their two cents in about a scene at the end of the day.
If you want something bad enough the whole world conspires to help you get it.
Sure, having my pictures taken in the nude and doing things that I did got me in the door but it didn't keep me in the room. To have lasted as long as I've lasted, obviously, I have to have something more going for me.
My point of view and philosophy continues to change and grow. As the years go by you go through this evolution.
The fact of the matter is that you can use your beauty and use your charm and be flirtatious, and you can get people interested in your beauty. But you cannot maintain that. In the end, talent is the only thing. My work is the only thing that's going to change any minds.
I wanted to be famous. I wanted everybody to love me. I wanted to be a star. I worked really hard and my dream came true.
That food has always been, and will continue to be, the basis for one of our greater snobbism does not explain the fact that the attitude toward the food choice of others is becoming more and more heatedly exclusive until it may well turn into one of those forms of bigotry against which gallant little committees are constantly planning campaigns in the cause of justice and decency.
Criticism in the universities, I'll have to admit, has entered a phase where I am totally out of sympathy with 95% of what goes on. It's Stalinism without Stalin.
Anything that keeps you happy and writing is part of my writing ritual: I like music, so I tend to have it playing in the background. But if I'm interested, I can write in an airport waiting areas.
I have never, honestly, thrown a chair in my life.