I detest acting because it is sheer drudgery.

(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.

I did what I could to inflate the rumor I was on my way to stardom. What I was on my way to, by any mathematical standards known to man, was oblivion, by way of obscurity.

My progress reminded me of the horses in The Whip. They raced at the limit of their speed directly toward the audience. But they raced on a treadmill which canceled out their progress.

Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time.

If you really want to help the American theater, don't be an actress, dahling. Be an audience.

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.