Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.

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

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.

Rehearsals and screening rooms are often unreliable because they can't provide the chemistry between an audience and what appears on the stage or screen.

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

In my early days in Hollywood I tried to be economical. I designed my own clothes, much to my mother's distress.

My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.