What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

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.

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

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.

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?

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

I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.