My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental.

I'm acting when I serve as a hostess, when I run my wig business. I was born to act, and life itself is the greatest part.

Marriage is too interesting an experiment to be tried only once.

I was the first actress in the family, and I am still the only actress in the family. I shouldn't be saying it, but it slipped out!

After all the work I've done, why should I suddenly be treated as a bona fide actress?

East Hampton happens to have been the first place in the world where I was a star, a real star with a star pasted above my name on the dressing-room door.