My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.

I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.

Unlike the stage, I never found it helpful to be good in a bad movie.

As an actress, I was trained to show emotion I did not feel, or no emotion at all.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

I always tried to play my hunches.

My mother would not talk to me for weeks, would not stay under my roof for as long as I was married to Oleg.

I hole up now and then and do nothing for days but read.

We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.

Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.

I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.

I am not the kind of woman who excuses her mistakes while reminding us of what used to be.

Rehearsals and screening rooms are often unreliable because they can’t provide the chemistry between an audience and what appears on the stage or screen.

I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.

Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.

I’m not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy’s charm, but he took life just as it came.