Without movie parts I was reduced to freak status. I just couldn't stand it.

Of all the roles I've done on the stage, I'm partial to Cyrano de Bergerac.

The actor depends wholly on himself. He gives his performance in what, to him, seems the most effective manner.

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.

The role seemed to demand that I keep myself worked up to fever pitch, so I took on the actual attributes of the horrible vampire, Dracula.

Martyrdom was the price of enthusiasm for acting.

It was hell to go through what I went through. I didn't know I had so many friends. Many people gave a damn about my situation. They helped cure me.