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

I was going to live on my salary or go down swinging.

Eccentric behavior is not routinely noticed around a movie set.

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.

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

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

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.