Quotes by: Barbra Streisand
Streisand in 1965
||Barbara Joan Streisand
April 24, 1942
Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
||Malibu, California, U.S.
||Erasmus Hall High School
(m. 1963; div. 1971)
||Roslyn Kind (maternal half-sister)
Josh Brolin (stepson)
Alan and Marilyn Bergman
I don't care what you say about me. Just be sure to spell my name wrong.
How I wish we lived in a time when laws were not necessary to safeguard us from discrimination.
It is sort of boring to stay in the same spot. You know, I didn't set out to become the first to do this, the first to do that. It was just that my interests were so diversified.
I started going to acting school when I was 14, and I would always have my own take on things.
My mother had a great voice. Not like mine, not like my sister's, not like my son's - a high soprano voice, but like a bird. I mean, really beautiful.
I'm not that ambitious any more. I just like my privacy. I wish I really wasn't talked about at all.
Why is it men are permitted to be obsessed about their work, but women are only permitted to be obsessed about men?
I think when I was younger, I wanted to be a star, until I became a star, and then it's a lot of work. It's work to be a star. I don't enjoy the stardom part. I only enjoy the creative process.
There's a part of you that always remains a child, no matter how mature you get, how sophisticated or weary.
I'm sure that I don't know everything I want to know. I have so much more to learn.
Success to me is having ten honeydew melons and eating only the top half of each slice.
What is exciting is not for one person to be stronger than the other... but for two people to have met their match and yet they are equally as stubborn, as obstinate, as passionate, as crazy as the other.
I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.
They're called 'angels' because they're in heaven until the reviews come out.
Nobody on this earth has the right to tell anyone that their love for another human being is morally wrong.
I'll see a celadon green room in an 18th century New Hampshire house and just fall in love. Colors stay in my head.