Yes, burn your bridges.

You should know me well enough by now to know I don't ask for things I don't think I can get.

At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent my 70th birthday? I put on a completely black face, a fuzzy black Afro wig, wore black clothes and hung a black wreath on my door.

What a fool I was to come to Hollywood where they only understand platinum blondes and where legs are more important than talent.

I think men have got to change an awful lot. They still prefer the little woman.

I firmly believe, however, that if your children have never hated you, you have failed as a parent.

Dramatic art in her opinion is knowing how to fill a sweater.