There were days that I worked all the time, without a layoff, or a rest, finishing one picture and reporting for another sometimes on the same day.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

Nothing strengthens a woman's determination to be in love quite so much as being told that she cannot.

I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.

I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?