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.

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.

I could not work with a girl who did not have a spiritual quality.

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

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.

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.

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