As soon as I had seen Fay Wray and spoken with her for a few minutes, I knew I had found the right girl.

I am just old-fashioned enough to prefer long hair.

If I speak of Vienna it must be in the past tense, as a man speaks of a woman he has loved and who is dead.

Fay has spirituality too, but she also has that very real sex appeal that takes hold of the hearts of men.

And yet because of my attempt at sincerity I have been condemned, hooted at, reviled; filthy rumors have been circulated about me, not about my characterizations but about me personally, my private self.

I would like to have you quote me, Erich von Stroheim, as having said on this day of this month of this year this one thing: you Americans are living on baby food.

Since that first showing of Foolish Wives I have seemed to walk through vast crowds of people, their white American faces turned towards me in stern reproof.