Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.

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.

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

The main cause of my difficulties stemmed from the tragedy of my daughter's unsound birth and my inability to face my feelings.

In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.