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.

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

Acting doesn't bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it.

It's difficult to explain, but I just somehow feel that I never really *have* lived; that I never really will live--exist or whatever--in the sense that other people do. It drives me crazy. I was terribly aware of it all those nights waiting for you in the Ritz bar looking around at what seemed to be real grown-up lives. I just find everybody else's life surrounded by plate glass. I mean I'd like to break through it just once and actually touch one.

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.

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