Brought up to respect the conventions, love had to end in marriage. I'm afraid it did.

Wave after wave of love flooded the stage and washed over me, the beginning of the one great durable romance of my life.

I've lost my faith in science.

I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.

The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?