I met my share of boys but the end result was always the same - they weren't the right kind of men for me.
I've dated bad girls in my time.
I have very poor taste in men, and I married all the wrong men.
It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.
In the business I meet some beautiful women, but to be honest, 80 per cent of them are raving lunatics and are to be avoided. It's just insecurity; actors are generally quite insecure. I wouldn't date, or I've never had a fling with an actress, and I'd quite like to keep it that way.
The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing - and then marry him.
No one ever likes the right person.
I have the world's worst taste in men, so now I simply have wonderful relationships of the friend kind, but trying to settle down with somebody? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm beyond that.
I lived by the motto, 'If you don't flirt, you die.' And flirt I did. I flirted with all women, be they actresses, producers, or 80-year-old grandmothers. I even flirted with those who were out of bounds, like the wives of some of my best friends, which especially revolts me.
I think you make mistakes, especially in your twenties, where you date guys you wouldn't even be friends with - ever.
I make bad choices. I've got such dodgy tastes in men.
The guys I tended to date, you know, didn't necessarily have it altogether but I had a great time.
Initially I thought: 'I would never get cast opposite Will Smith! No one would ever buy it with the age difference, our personalities.' I can't think of a couple that makes less sense in every way, shape and form.
Men lose more conquests by their own awkwardness than by any virtue in the woman.
I was married a lot, but I didn't stay married very long because I didn't seem to be able to choose somebody that was a stable man.
We fall in love or stay in love with people who are unsuitable or who no longer love us and, conversely, we feel no love towards people who would be very suitable. Love is involuntary, that's the problem. Our personal histories prepare us to be attracted to people who unconsciously evoke emotions from our childhood or adolescence.
Women make a terrible mistake because they usually are so desperate to nest that they pick on schlubs and worthless pieces of trash that they pick up in a bar.
