Your hands, your eyes, your voice, your thoughts are your servants.
Just after I entered my teens I suddenly entertained an insatiable enthusiasm for the delightful habit of criticizing others.
A charming woman... doesn't follow the crowd. She is herself.
I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .
I was deaf and dumb and blind to all but me, myself and I.
I learned you have to fight for yourself in the picture business.