My definition of love is being full. Complete. It makes everything lighter. Beauty is something you see. Love is something you feel.
Everything that’s realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.
I really think that if you live for today, tomorrow takes care of itself.
Sexiness is all in the eye of the beholder. I think it should be. Absolutely. My sex appeal, whatever it might be, isn’t obvious… at least to me.
If you just take it down to bare facts, the reason for living is the reason you make it. I mean the brain was made to create.
My whole life has been decided by fate.
I used to take everything at face value. Because, when I say something, I mean it… so I used to feel that everybody else meant what they said. But of course that wasn’t true. And life isn’t that sweet and simple.
I’m just me. If I am sexy, it’s just something I do naturally, like picking up a knife and fork to eat. I think people who try to be sexy are the most unsexy people in the world.
Certainly. My whole life has been decided by fate. I think something more powerful than we are decides our fates for us. I know one thing – I’ve never planned anything that ever happened to me.
I don’t fool myself. I can’t see myself doing Shakespeare.
I’m very unpredictable. Very, very impulsive. Extremely. Absolutely! Sometimes I don’t know what I want to do from one day to the next. I can’t enjoy anything premeditated; I just do it as I feel it. But whatever I do is motivated by honesty.
I’d like to be an American Catherine Deneuve. She plays beautiful, sensitive, deep parts with a little bit of intelligence behind them.