Cuba is such a beautiful country, and everywhere you go, there's music and people dancing - especially in Havana.

No one could have imagined a place like Havana, Cuba. It is absurdly contradictory, always arguing with itself over whether it is audacious or meek, heroic or stupid, beautiful or abhorrent.

It distresses me when I take my seven-year-old nephew out. I cook healthy food, and he wants to go to McDonald's. He doesn't even like the food; he just wants the toys, the Happy Meals. I can't stand to see people walking down the street eating fast food.

In 1958, I was shooting a movie in Florida, and I decided to go to Havana, Cuba, to see what it was like.

My dad's so likeable, you wouldn't feel in competition with him. If any boyfriends have ever felt that, they're long gone.

I do believe in an afterlife. I try to be at one with people and try to love life as much as I can.