I've Always Been Mad About Cats.

Sometimes I Dread The Truth Of The Lines I Say. But The Dread Must Never Show.

But I Remember The Morning After The Mask Of Virtue-which Is The First Play I Did At The West End-that Some Critics Saw Fit To Be As Foolish As To Say That I Was A Great Actress. And I Thought, That Was A Foolish, Wicked Thing To Say, Because It Put Such An Onus And Such A Responsibility Onto Me, Which I Simply Wasn't Able To Carry. And It Took Me Years To Learn Enough To Live Up To What They Said-for Those First Notices. I Find It So Stupid. I Remember The Critic Very Well, And Have Never Forgiven Him.

Streetcar Is The Most Wonderful, Wonderful Play.

You Know The Passage Where Scarlett Voices Her Happiness That Her Mother Is Dead, So That She Can't See What A Bad Girl Scarlett Has Become? Well, That's Me.

My Friends, When I Was Young, Were Always Older Than I Was, And I've Always Liked Them. And I Love Old Men And Old Ladies, Really. But I've Known More Elderly Men, Like Max Beerbohm, Like Beranard Berenson, Like Somerset Maugham, Winston Churchill-i'd Put Him First, Anyway-what They Say Is So Wise And So Good. They Know What They're Talking About.