Acting is a nice childish profession – pretending you’re someone else and, at the same time, selling yourself.
Acting is the most minor of gifts. After all, Shirley Temple could do it when she was four.
Acting is the perfect idiot’s profession.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
Being a housewife and a mother is the biggest job in the world, but if it doesn’t interest you, don’t do it – I would have made a terrible mother.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I’m past that age.
Enemies are so stimulating.
I have many regrets, and I’m sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret… if you have any sense, and if you don’t regret them, maybe you’re stupid.
I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.
I never realized until lately that women were supposed to be the inferior sex.
I think most of the people involved in any art always secretly wonder whether they are really there because they’re good or there because they’re lucky.
If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.
If you obey all the rules you miss all the fun.
If you want to give up the admiration of thousands of men for the distain of one, go ahead, get married.
If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.
It would be a terrific innovation if you could get your mind to stretch a little further than the next wisecrack.
It’s a business you go into because your an egocentric. It’s a very embarrassing profession.
It’s a rather rude gesture, but at least it’s clear what you mean.
It’s life isn’t it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.
Life is hard. After all, it kills you.
Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don’t do that by sitting around.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get – only with what you are expecting to give – which is everything.
Marriage is a series of desperate arguments people feel passionately about.
My greatest strength is common sense. I’m really a standard brand – like Campbell’s tomato soup or Baker’s chocolate.
Never complain. Never explain.
Only the really plain people know about love – the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents.
Plain women know more about men than beautiful women do.
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
The average Hollywood film star’s ambition is to be admired by an American, courted by an Italian, married to an Englishman and have a French boyfriend.
To be loved is very demoralizing.
To keep your character intact you cannot stoop to filthy acts. It makes it easier to stoop the next time.
Trying to be fascinating is an asinine position to be in.
We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers – but never blame yourself. It’s never your fault. But it’s always your fault, because if you wanted to change you’re the one who has got to change.
When I started out, I didn’t have any desire to be an actress or to learn how to act. I just wanted to be famous.
Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head with a sledgehammer.
Without discipline, there’s no life at all.
