Career is too pompous a word. It was a job, and I have always felt privileged to be paid for what I love doing.

Attention embarrasses me. I don’t like to be on display.

The more you kick something that’s dead, the worse it smells.

Put me in the last fifteen minutes of a picture and I don’t care what happened before. I don’t even care if I was IN the rest of the damned thing – I’ll take it in those fifteen minutes.

It’s perhaps not the future I would choose. I still think it’s possible to make a success of both marriage and career even though I didn’t. But it’s not a bad future. And I’m not afraid of it.

Egotism – usually just a case of mistaken nonentity.

The boy’s got a lot to learn and I’ve got a lot to teach.

I’m a tough old broad from Brooklyn. I intend to go on acting until I’m ninety, and they won’t need to paste my face with make-up.

Eyes are the greatest tool in film. Mr. Capra taught me that. Sure it’s nice to say very good dialogue, if you can get it. But great movie acting – watch the eyes!

I’m now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.