One of the cruelest judgments sustained against me is that I have spoken out as a recovered alcoholic to stimulate my acting career.

Radio is truly the theater of the mind. The listener constructs the sets, colors them from his own palette, and sculpts and costumes the characters who perform in them.

I never wanted a Guardian Angel. I didn't ask for one. One was assigned to me.

With two leftover husbands to account for, my wicked soul has just about shriveled and died

While I am rehearsing a play, I try to read nothing that might distract my concentration from the work in progress.

So many people have really wanted to die. They seem ashamed to say so. I think it would help if they would say so

I can only know what love is insofar as I can feel it.