My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.

Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.

I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.

A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.