There may be a heaven, but if Joan Crawford is there, I’m not going.
Once the love bug wears off, as it inevitably does, you are shocked to discover that you really didn’t know the object of your affections at all. We know this to be so, even as we repeat the same mistake over and over and over.
I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.
To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given a chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy.
Men become much more attractive when they start looking older. But it doesn’t do much for women, though we do have an advantage: make-up.
I do not regret one professional enemy I have made. Any actor who doesn’t dare to make an enemy should get out of the business.
Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night! – As Margo Channing in All About Eve.
The world’s all full of thoughts about wars and space, and tragedies to the world. That’s what writers are thinking about because that’s what the world is thinking about.
People often become actresses because of something they dislike about themselves: They pretend they are someone else.
Everybody has a heart. Except some people.
Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.
Good actors I’ve worked with all started out making faces in a mirror, and you keep making faces all your life.
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.
I survived because I was tougher than anybody else.
One can be respected with the truth in Hollywood just as much as anywhere else you know or else I wouldn’t have had a career.
I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back.
The act of sex, gratifying as it may be, is God’s joke on humanity. It is man’s last desperate stand at superintendency.
She did it the hard way.
To look back is to relax one’s vigil.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.