Attention embarrasses me. I don't like to be on display.

I couldn't remember my name for weeks. I'd be at the theater and hear them calling 'Miss Stanwyck, Miss Stanwyck,' and I'd think 'Where is that dame? Why doesn't she answer? By crickie, it's me!

My only problem is finding a way to play my fortieth fallen female in a different way from my thirty-ninth.

Just be truthful - and if you can fake that, you've got it made.

Sponsors obviously care more about a ninety-second commercial and want to pay you more than any guest star gets for a ninety-minute acting performance.

It's perhaps not the future I would choose. I still think it's possible to make a success of both marriage and career even though I didn't. But it's not a bad future. And I'm not afraid of it.

I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.