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.

Bobbed hair makes women look uniform. They lack individuality.

It is not because I do not love my adopted land - it is the natural feeling of one far from home, who remembers those happy, carefree days when life flowed at full tide, without responsibility, flashing past one like the drama in a fascinating story of adventure and romance.

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.

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.

In Hollywood - in Hollywood, you're as good as your last picture.