There are many ingredients that go into making a film. It baffles me, what works and what doesn't.

I'd done some acting in high school. Then I went to Kenyon College and got thrown in jail and kicked off the football team. Since I was determined not to study very much, I majored in theater the last two years. Got my degree in speech; they didn't actually have a degree in theater. I graduated at two o'clock in the afternoon, and at three-thirty I was on the train for Williams Bay, Wisconsin, for summer stock, and then I did winter stock.

Our marriage works because we each carry clubs of equal weight and size.

I believe there can be dignity in the acting profession. And I think there ought to be more dignity in the publicity an actor gets.

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning.

I don't go for the so-called "intimate" stuff. Column items that report: "Minerva Ferncroft sleeps in pink dusting powder between puce-colored sheets in a heart-shaped bed." It leaves me cold.

I don't like gossip stories. Facts are okay. But when gossips begin making items, that's something else again.