In My Dreams I Am Not Crippled.

There Is No Other Occupation In The World That So Closely Resembled Enslavement As The Career Of A Film Star.

I Do Not Excuse Myself With The Usual Escape Of 'not Trying.' I Tried With All My Heart.

For Two Extraordinary Years I Have Been Working On It - Learning To Write - But Mostly Learning How To Tell The Truth. At First It Is Quite Impossible. You Make Yourself Better Than Anybody, Then Worse Than Anybody, And When You Finally Come To See You Are "like" Everybody - That Is The Bitterest Blow Of All To The Ego. But In The End It Is Only The Truth, No Matter How Ugly Or Shameful, That Is Right, That Fits Together, That Makes Real People, And Strangely Enough - Beauty.

After A Person Dies, His Biographers Feel Free To Give Him A Glittering List Of Intimate Friends. Anecdotes Are So Much Tastier Spiced With Expensive Names.

I Never Gave Away Anything Without Wishing I Had Kept It; Nor Kept Anything Without Wishing I Had Given It Away.