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

The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?

I mean, the question actors most often get asked is how they can bear saying the same things over and over again, night after night, but God knows the answer to that is, don't we all anyway; might as well get paid for it.

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.

Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you, for restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.

... I was merely a disinterested spectator at the Banquet of Life.

I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror.