A man should control his life. Mine is controlling me.
An American may speak love with his lips; the Italian must say it with his eyes.
I am begining to look more and more like my miserable imitators.
I became to myself an imaginary figure of great excellence, daring and glamor.
June. June Mathis. No, no one else, ever. She gave me my start. She first, of all people, believed in me.
To generalize on women is dangerous. To specialize on them is infinitely worse.
Women are not in love with me but with the picture of me on the screen. I am merely the canvas on which women paint their dreams.
