After all, didn't I blow a magnificent career?

Radio allowed people to act with their hearts and minds.

You’d go in, read the script once for timing and then you would sit around and play games. The sound effects people would come in and we would do a dress rehearsal so they could get the effects and the music cues in place. Then you would wait until you went on the air.

I had done my first picture and I didn’t have anything to do for awhile. I was asked to come back to New York and do Bus Stop in the role of the cowboy opposite Kim Stanley.

I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn’t want to go to work the next day exhausted.

My spine healed incorrectly. There were long periods when I’d be perfectly all right, and then there were many other times when I wasn’t, when my back would give out and throw me down to the floor amid waves of nauseating pain.

We bought an apartment building and were going to live off the rent money. We rented to people who were on welfare and a lot of times they couldn’t pay the rent. We wouldn’t throw them out so we lost the building.

I went to a Gestalt therapist and said that I want to be able to at least tell my muscles that aren’t involved that they don’t have to go into spasms too.

I lay in my dressing room after being in make-up waiting to go on. They knew I was feeling pretty rotten and they tried to give me time to rest. But I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything.

I never danced a step in my life so naturally. My first motion picture was a musical, and Bob Fosse was the choreographer. I didn’t exactly dance for Fosse, I just did the best that I could to do what he taught us to do.