Life is a little like a message in a bottle, to be carried by the winds and the tides.
It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.
Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.
When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.
Joe Schenck, a top 20th Century-Fox executive, once said to me that he really believed I had a future, and that was because I was the only girl who could survive so many bad pictures.
A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.
that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.
Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.
I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.
I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.
When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb
Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.
We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.
Nothing strengthens a woman's determination to be in love quite so much as being told that she cannot.
The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.
I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.
Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.
I dated dozens of young men, had fun with all, made commitments to none.
I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
As an actress, I was trained to show emotion I did not feel, or no emotion at all.
My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.
In show business the saying seems too often true: it isn't enough to succeed; someone else must fail.
Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.
My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
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