I`m a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they`ve made of me and that I`ve made of myself, as a sex symbol. Men expect so much, and I can`t live up to it.
I used to think as I looked at the Hollywood night, `There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I`m not going to worry about them. I`m dreaming the hardest.`
Hollywood is a place where they`ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough, and held out for the fifty cents.