The Chief Drawback With Men Is That

There Was My Name Up In Lights. I Said, 'god, Somebody's Made A Mistake.' But There It Was, In Lights. And I Sat There And Said, 'remember, You're Not A Star.' Yet There It Was Up In Lights.

At Twelve I Looked Like A Girl Of Seventeen. My Body Was Developed And Shapely. I Still Wore The Blue Dress And The Blouse The Orphanage Provided. They Made Me Look Like An Overgrown Lummox.

Sometimes I Think I Was More In Control Of My Life Years And Years Ago, And Yet One Should Make Progress; One Should Learn More Every Year And Become…well, If Not Happier, Then Calmer And More Able To Handle Your Problems. But I’m Not. Sometimes I Just Seem To Make More Problems For Myself. I Do. It Makes Me Feel I Haven’t Grown Up As Much As I Should Have By Now.

As Long As I Can Remember, I've Always Loved People.

Acting Became Important. It Became An Art That Belonged To The Actor, Not To The Director Or Producer, Or The Man Whose Money Had Bought The Studio. It Was An Art That Transformed You Into Somebody Else, That Increased Your Life And Mind. I Had Always Loved Acting And Tried Hard To Learn It. But With Michael Chekhov, Acting Became More Than A Profession To Me. It Became A Sort Of Religion.