I May Be Getting Old, But Not

I Joined The Communist Party Late In The Summer Of 1934. I Got Out A Year And A Half Later.

Every Picture That Is Successful Has One Little Miracle In It.

Whatever Hysteria Exists Is Inflamed By Mystery, Suspicion And Secrecy. Hard And Exact Facts Will Cool It.

I Was The True Future. I Understood Communism Better Than They Did.

I Owe Bankhead A Gift; She Made A Director Out Of Me.