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My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.
there are many ways to fail. Some reject success. And others do not recognize it when success comes.
In show business the saying seems too often true: it isn't enough to succeed; someone else must fail.
Nothing strengthens a woman's determination to be in love quite so much as being told that she cannot.
Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.
I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.
Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.
My mother would not talk to me for weeks, would not stay under my roof for as long as I was married to Oleg.
It was the fashion of the time, still is, to feel that all actors are neurotic, or they would not be actors.
I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.
In my early days in Hollywood I tried to be economical. I designed my own clothes, much to my mother's distress.
Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.
We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.
When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb
When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb.
When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.
When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.
Throughout my career, I was to be cast as a frontier girl, an aristocrat, an Arabian, a Eurasian, a Polynesian, and a Chinese.
The main cause of my difficulties stemmed from the tragedy of my daughter's unsound birth and my inability to face my feelings.
I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.
I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.
It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.
I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.
My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.
In later years, during what might be called my gray-outs — when I was conscious but not myself — I craved foods that were almost always fattening.
There were days that I worked all the time, without a layoff, or a rest, finishing one picture and reporting for another sometimes on the same day.
I had known Cole Porter in Hollywood and New York, spent many a warm hour at his home, and met the talented and original people who were drawn to him.
I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.
Rehearsals and screening rooms are often unreliable because they can't provide the chemistry between an audience and what appears on the stage or screen.
I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.
we Irish don't really need thousands of people surging behind a big brass band to have a parade. One guitar player and a few people whistling will do the job.
that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.
Movie failures are like the common cold. You can stay in bed and take aspirin for six days and recover. Or you can walk around and ignore it for six days and recover.
I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?
I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.
Joe Schenck, a top 20th Century-Fox executive, once said to me that he really believed I had a future, and that was because I was the only girl who could survive so many bad pictures.
In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.