I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.

I don't always understand other people's motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don't mind. I don't always understand other people's motives.

What is always overlooked is that although the poor want to be rich, it does not follow that they either like the rich or that they in any way want to emulate their characters which, in fact, they despise. Both the poor and the rich have always found precisely the same grounds on which to complain about each other. Each feels the other has no manners, is disloyal, corrupt, insensitive - and has never put in an honest day's work in its life.

A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.

To me Vivien Leigh was a tragic heroine of classic proportions: chosen, blessed and abandoned by the gods. Obstinately she tried to control and defy her destiny and to know her story is to be inspired by pity and terror.

It's amazing how right you can be about a person you don't know; it's only the people you do know who confuse you.