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

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.

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

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

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?

I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.

For years it never occurred to me to question the judgment of those in charge at the studio.