I was seventeen years old, a married woman without real responsibilities, miserable about my mixed-up emotions, afraid there was something awfully wrong with me because I didn’t enjoy being a wife. Worst of all, I didn’t have enough to do.
We should try to hold on to the Christmas spirit, not just one day a year, but all 365.
Stop the habit of wishful thinking and start the habit of thoughtful wishes.
Sometimes I think that I cheated my own family and my closest friends by giving to audiences so much of the love I might have kept for them. But that’s the way I was made; I truly don’t think I could help it.
My experience of emptiness is that it is alive with the possibility of everything waiting to be born.
I’m not alone, but I am lonely without you.
Wishes are thoughts vibrant with life and eager for action.
Things can get very lovey and feasty with a bunch of stimulated hams.
Anything was better than playing cards, and I was doing something I wanted to do creating.
Mother was the disciplinarian, but it was Daddy who could turn me into an angel with just one look.
Peter Pan is perhaps the most important thing, to me, that I have ever done in theater.
There is a world of communication which is not dependent on words.
There is a world of communication which is not dependent on words. This is the world in which the artist operates and for him words can be dangerous unless they are examined in the light of the work. The communication is in the work and words are no substitute for this.
When you love others you aren’t nervous.
After 60, its just patch, patch, patch.