Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.

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 was not cut out to be a rebel.

that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.

It was the fashion of the time, still is, to feel that all actors are neurotic, or they would not be actors.

Men are wonderful. I adore them. They always give you the benefit of the doubt.

I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.