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.

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

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

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.

I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.

I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.

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