As a matter of fact I’d had my hair dyed a marvelous shade of pale red so popular with Parisian tarts that season.
He tried to kiss me. One of the few things that had impressed me in college was a Southern girl’s account o how she avoided being kissed on the doorstep of her house once by wearing a flower in her hair and sticking it in her mouth when she said good night. Only I had no flower.
Thanks for the hint,” I laughed. “And thanks for the invitation too. Only I don’t know if I can make it – ” I stalled automatically, marveling at the strength of my reflex – the never-appear-too-eager one, for of course nothing would have stopped me.
If the recently graduated college alumna can’t turn her trained brain to some intelligent awareness of our responsibilities in World Affairs, we’re going to foul up our leadership like England did, as sure as God made little green apples.
But what the hell, I told myself, it wasn’t as if I were one of them or even competing with them, for heaven’s sake, I was merely a disinterested spectator at the Banquet of Life. The scientist dropping into the zoo at feeding time. That is what I told myself.
I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror.
That’s my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.
To me Vivien Leigh was a tragic heroine of classic proportions: chosen, blessed and abandoned by the gods. Obstinately she tried to control and defy her destiny and to know her story is to be inspired by pity and terror.
I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.
Acting doesn’t bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it.
I mean, the question actors most often get asked is how they can bear saying the same things over and over again, night after night, but God knows the answer to that is, don’t we all anyway; might as well get paid for it.
It’s amazing how right you can be about a person you don’t know; it’s only the people you do know who confuse you.
Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you, for restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.
A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.
The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we’re all going to live forever!
What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.
I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.
The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?
I don’t always understand other people’s motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don’t mind. I don’t always understand other people’s motives.
I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.