After all the work I've done, why should I suddenly be treated as a bona fide actress?

East Hampton happens to have been the first place in the world where I was a star, a real star with a star pasted above my name on the dressing-room door.

It's sheer torture. I have to be up with the chickens every day and go to work on my body. I hate it, but I do it.

I'm a workaholic. Before long I'm traveling on my nervous energy alone. This is incredibly exhausting.

I learned early that you only have so much energy to give. You have to spend it correctly.

My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental.

All any girl needs, at any time in history, is simple velvet and basic diamonds.