I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.

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

Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.

I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

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

Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.