Streetcar Is A Most Wonderful, Wonderful Play.

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.

Fiddle-dee-dee. War, War, War. This War Talk's Spoiling All The Fun At Every Party This Spring. I Get So Bored I Could Scream. Besides, There Isn't Going To Be Any War. . . . If Either Of You Boys Says 'war' Just Once Again, I'll Go In The House And Slam The Door.

I've Been A Godmother Loads Of Times, But Being A Grandmother Is Better Than Anything.

Every Single Night I'm Nervous. You Never Know How The Audience Is Going To React.

In Britain, An Attractive Woman Is Somehow Suspect. If There Is Talent As Well, It Is Overshadowed. Beauty And Brains Just Can't Be Entertained; Someone Has Been Too Extravagant. This Does Not Happen In America Or On The Continent, For The Looks Of A Woman Are Considered A Positive Advertisement For Her Gifts And Don't Detract From Them.