Even Arthur used to go over the pictures, helping me spot the bad ones. Of course, the bad ones were those that didn’t make me seem beautiful. I felt occasionally that I was killing the truth when I killed the ones that were bad for my public image. Here is Marilyn Monroe with an egg on her face. I used to feel as tied to the beauty business as an addict to his drugs. It’s a relief to get in sloppy clothes and not worry about the impression you’re making—about any of it. But it’s part of my career—my life!—and I accept it. When my looks start to go, so will most of the fans. So long, it’s been nice knowing you. But I won’t care. I’ll be ready. There’s other kinds of beauty, other ways of impressing people and getting over. I hope to do it by sheer acting, I do.—
I enjoy when I go to the basketball here and they have the cameras and people are dancing and they have these acts and the kiss cam and stuff like that. But they would have one of those in Australia, they would spend millions of dollars installing it, and ten seconds into having it someone would get their cock out and ruin it for everyone.