If one more person tells me this is just like old times, I swear I'll jump out the window.

Down through the years my face has been called a sour puss, a dead pan, a frozen face, The Great Stone Face, and, believe it or not, "a tragic mask." On the other hand that kindly critic, the late James Agee, described my face as ranking "almost with Lincoln's as an early American archetype, it was haunting, handsome, almost beautiful." I can't imagine what the great rail splitter's reaction would have been to this, though I sure was pleased.

I don't act, anyway. The stuff is all injected as we go along. My pictures are made without script or written directions of any kind

I don't feel qualified to talk about my work.

No man can be a genius in slapshoes and a flat hat.

What really got my goat at MGM were comedians like The Marx Brothers who never wrote their own jokes.

I gotta do some sad scenes. Why, I never tried to make anybody cry in my life! And I go `round all the time dolled up in kippie clothes-wear everything but a corset...can`t stub my toe in this picture nor anything! Just imagine having to play-act all the time without ever getting hit with anything!