I couldn't imagine a better place [Australia] for making a film on the end of the world.

Our phone bills were astronomical, and when I found the letters Frank wrote me the other day, the total could fill a suitcase. Every single day during our relationship, no matter where in the world I was, I'd get a telegram from Frank saying he loved me and missed me. He was a man who was deseperate for companionship and love. Can you wonder that he always had mine!

After my screen test, the director clapped his hands gleefully and yelled: “She can't talk! She can't act! She's sensational!”

Don't think for a minute that bad publicity and endless criticism don't leave their claw marks on everyone concerned. Your friends try to cheer you up by saying lightly, "I suppose you get used to it, and ignore it." You try. You try damned hard. But you never get used to it. It always wounds and hurts.

I was lazy. I would have been a hell of a lot better actress had I taken it more seriously. I never had the proper respect for acting. Quite often, I learned my lines on the way to the studio.

I hate cheating. I won’t put up with it. I don’t do it myself.

Doing nothing feels like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.