Only a certain breed of actor should ever even try to work for Orson Welles. I'm glad I'm one of that breed.

Like so many other recovered alcoholics, I am to this day bewildered that it took so long for me to understand that there was no such animal as 'social drinking' for me; that it had nothing to do with my willpower or self-respect or moral fiber, that it was a simple biochemical intolerance to a drug.

My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.

Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.

It is a remarkably beautiful piece of home furnishing, the Oscar. I used to keep it up in front of a mirror so that it looked like two

Neiman-Marcus is one thing, and the Dallas Cowboys are another.

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