Our Darling Eva We Love You.
All any girl needs, at any time in history, is simple velvet and basic diamonds.
East Hampton happens to have been the first place in the world where I was a star, a real star with a star pasted above my name on the dressing-room door.
After all the work I’ve done, why should I suddenly be treated as a bona fide actress?
I made up my mind to be an actress when I was 4 years old.
I was the first actress in the family, and I am still the only actress in the family. I shouldn’t be saying it, but it slipped out!
I’m acting when I serve as a hostess, when I run my wig business. I was born to act, and life itself is the greatest part.
I should have been smart enough to stay happy. But my ambition ruled my life.
I ask myself more questions than Hamlet as I ponder which shoes to wear.
There was no way I could live in Hollywood and not become an actress.
My first husband, yes, I eloped with him from Hungary against my mother’s wishes.
I learned early that you only have so much energy to give. You have to spend it correctly.
I’m a workaholic. Before long I’m traveling on my nervous energy alone. This is incredibly exhausting.
It’s sheer torture. I have to be up with the chickens every day and go to work on my body. I hate it, but I do it.
I love the fast lane.
The average housewife goes to the restaurant to relax and enjoy the food. But when Eva walks in, she becomes the center of attention.
I’ve always known I would be a success, but I was surprised at the way it came.
My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental.
The only thing you have to know are your words.
Most people don’t need to work as hard as I do.