I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.

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

What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.

I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.

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

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.

The word actress has always seemed less a job description to me than a title