Much as I cared for Joseph Kennedy, he was a classic example of that person in the arts with lots of brains and drive but little taste or talent.

The Paramount executives were so pleased with Sunset Boulevard that they asked me to do a publicity tour.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me as perfectly foolish.

One of the networks sent me a TV set to watch. I didn't care for the medium. It depressed me.

From the first moment on the set I was consumed with curiousity about the technical side of shooting a sound picture.

Fame was thrilling only until it became grueling. Money was fun only until you ran out of things to buy.