Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?

Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.

I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

It's the first time I've seen myself act, and I can't say I'm impressed.

After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.