Queen of Diamonds

 

Gorgeous. Demanding. Brazen. Self-centered. Self-loathing. Vain. Lush. Fag hag. Bitch. Sweetheart. Mother. Daughter. Spoiled. Diamonds.

Hollywood.

Some of my best leading men have been dogs and horses.

It's not the having, it's the getting.

Everything makes me nervous - except making films.

I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don't like myself.

There's something meretricious and superficial about having to look into the camera knowing you should look your best, knowing you should try to look pretty. It's all about self and I hate that, unless it's with someone I love taking my picture.

If someone's dumb enough to offer me a million dollars to make a picture, I'm certainly not dumb enough to turn it down.

I don't pretend to be an ordinary housewife.

I've only slept with men I've been married to. How many women can make that claim?

I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can’t possess radiance, you can only admire it.

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.

You find out who your real friends are when you're involved in a scandal.

Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.

Eventually the inner you shapes the outer you.

 

Follow your passion, follow your heart, and the things you need will come.

When people say: she’s got everything, I’ve only one answer: I haven’t had tomorrow.