In Hollywood, You're Never Any Better Than

[on Alfred Hitchcock:] Hitch Is A Gentleman Farmer Who Raises Goose Flesh.

I Remember One Day Sitting At The Pool And Suddenly The Tears Were Streaming Down My Cheeks. Why Was I So Unhappy? I Had Success. I Had Security. But It Wasn't Enough. I Was Exploding Inside.

I Hate Sunday, I Can't Wait For Monday So I Can Go Back To Work Again.

If You Took Acting Away From Me, I'd Stop Breathing.

Until 45 I Can Play A Woman In Love. After 55 I Can Play Grandmothers. But Between Those Ten Years, It Is Difficult For An Actress.