The last thing I want is to raise a brat. We could definately go down the wrong road. I don’t want Lola to have everything she wants. I want her to appreciate things, and not to be presumptuous. I want her to have manners and social graces.
I don’t mind making jokes, but I don’t want to look like one.
Simplicity is a great element of good breeding.
I’m what is known as gradually disintegrating. I don’t fear the next world, or anything. I don’t fear hell, and I don’t look forward to heaven.
There was my name up in lights. I said, ‘God, somebody’s made a mistake.’ But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, ‘Remember, you’re not a star.’ Yet there it was up in lights.
I’ve always wanted to be taller. I feel like a shrimp, but that’s the way it goes. I’m five-foot four-and-a-half-inches – - that’s actually average. Everything about me is average. Everything’s normal, in the books. It’s the things inside me that make me not average.
We all should know that diversity makes for a rich tapestry, and we must understand that all the threads of the tapestry are equal in value no matter what their color.
Right now I supplement that through being in school. I’m not sure I’d be happy if I was just acting. I haven’t explored a lot of other avenues. Hopefully I’ll figure it out by the end of school, so I know what I want to do with my life.
I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes.
Neither power-lust nor stupidity are good motives.
I would be a robot if I said I didn’t feel moments of anger, of hurt, of embarrassment.
The good die young, but not always. The wicked prevail, but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.
I will never do another TV series. It couldn’t top I Love Lucy, and I’d be foolish to try. In this business, you have to know when to get off.