Learn To Breathe, Learn To Speak, But

The 1930s Hollywood Was Capable Of Hurting Me So Much. The Things About Hollywood That Could Hurt Me (when I First Came) Can't Touch Me Now. I Suddenly Decided That They Shouldn't Hurt Me - That Was All.

Learn To Breathe, Learn To Speak, But First... Learn To Feel.

Dammit, Don't You Dare Ask God To Help Me!

There's Nothing Wrong With My Tits, But I Don't Go Around Throwing Them In People's Faces!

Mr. Cukor Is A Hard Task-master, A Fine Director And He Took Me Over The Coals Giving Me The Roughest Time I Have Ever Had. And I Am Eternally Grateful.