I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me, because of the image they've made of me- and that I've made of myself- as a sex symbol. They expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the same as any other woman's and I can't live up to it.

As Michael (Chekhov)'s pupil, I learned more about acting. I learned psychology, history, and the good manners of art - taste.

You can read about yourself but what's important is how you feel about yourself.

But chiefly, no lies! No lies about there being a Santa Claus or about the world being full of noble and honorable people all eager to help each other and do good to each other. I'll tell her there are honor and goodness in the world, the same as there are diamonds and radium.

A smart girl leaves before she is left.

A woman can bring a new love to each man she loves, providing there are not too many.

I think every human being knows how to hate. Because if they didn't know how to hate how to hate they wouldn't know how to love.