We Movie Stars All End Up By

Without Discipline And Detachment, An Actor Is An Emotional Slob, Spilling His Insides Out. This Abandonment Is Having An Unfortunate Vogue. It Is Tasteless, Formless, Absurd. Without Containment There Is No Art. All This Vomiting And Wheezing And Bursting At The Seams Is No More Great Acting Than The Convulsions Of Raving Maniacs.

Psychoanalysis. Almost Went Three Times - Almost. Then I Decided What Was Peculiar About Me Was Probably What Made Me Successful. I've Seen Some Very Talented Actors Go Into Analysis And Really Lose It.

Fasten Your Seat Belts, It's Going To Be A Bumpy Night! - As Margo Channing In All About Eve

Some Young Hollywood Starlets Remind Me Of My Grandmother's Old Farmhouse -- All Painted Up Nice On The Front Side, A Big Swing On The Backside, And Nothing Whatsoever In The Attic.

Old Age Ain't For Sissies