As long as you gave it your best shot, even if in the opinion of others 'you failed,' you didn't fail.

What motivated me? My mother. My mother was an immigrant woman, a peasant woman, struggled all her life, worked in the garment center.

Oscar Wilde said the rich and the poor are equal - they can both sleep under the bridge. Right? Do they have a right? You're damn right they have a right!

The struggle goes on. The victory is in the struggle, for me. And I accepted that a long time ago.

Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I'd take them all to dinner. All runaways.

I know who I am. I don't have to brag. I know what I contributed. I know what I did. You think you can do it better? Hey, go right ahead. The stage is yours.

My father took me and my about-to-be-traumatized friends to Stanley Kubrick's '2001' for my 10th birthday party.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

I took a gamble to exercise leadership without losing my feminine nature.

They took away time, and they gave us the clock.

I took a Ferrari under the 405 freeway. We took rent-a-cars through the desert. That was fun.

I've always dabbled on guitar, but never took lessons.