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

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

As an actress, I was trained to show emotion I did not feel, or no emotion at all.

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

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

I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.