Dancing came easy to me.

TV by and large has become a dime-store business so far as creativity and talent are concerned. The half-hour and sixty-minute series rattle off the production lines like cans of beans, with an occasional dab of ham inside.

I wasn't allowed to speak while my husband was alive, and since he's gone no one has been able to shut me up.

I couldn't remember ever having seen a young man with such power, so many facets of expression, so much sheer invention as an actor.

Dancing came easy to me.

Two of the cruelest, most primitive punishments our town deals out to those who have fallen from favor are the empty mailbox and the silent telephone.

No matter what you say about the town, and anything you say probably is true, there's never been another like it.