My spine healed incorrectly. There were long periods when I'd be perfectly all right, and then there were many other times when I wasn't, when my back would give out and throw me down to the floor amid waves of nauseating pain.

Radio allowed people to act with their hearts and minds.

I went to a Gestalt therapist and said that I want to be able to at least tell my muscles that aren't involved that they don't have to go into spasms too.

Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.

I lay in my dressing room after being in make-up waiting to go on. They knew I was feeling pretty rotten and they tried to give me time to rest. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything.

When I did Inherit the Wind, I learned about teaching school. I also found out what a fundamentalist was.

After all, didnt I blow a magnificent career?