My whole life has been decided by fate.

On TV, the children can watch people murdering each other, which is a very unnatural thing, but they can’t watch two people in the very natural process of making love. Now, really, that doesn’t make any sense, does it?

We have a good arrangement. Roman lies to me and I pretend to believe him.

I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world… looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.

I don’t fool myself. I can’t see myself doing Shakespeare.

My whole life has been decided by fate.

I honestly don’t understand the big fuss made over nudity and sex in films. It’s silly.

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.

I guess I’m too outspoken.

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.