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

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 loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.

Movie failures are like the common cold. You can stay in bed and take aspirin for six days and recover. Or you can walk around and ignore it for six days and recover.

The Hollywood structure was monopolistic, run by four or five big studios.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.

In later years, during what might be called my gray-outs — when I was conscious but not myself — I craved foods that were almost always fattening.