O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower.
My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.
I've triumphed over addiction.
Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.
I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.
I've had such an odd career. I always wanted to be a great actor. I wanted to be Katharine Hepburn - ish - there was a bit of nobility about her. Instead I've always felt like the mutt standing on the sidelines, panting and saying, "Me, too! How about me?" That's just part of my personality.
We may take Fancy for a companion, but must follow Reason as our guide.
Television deprives children of their imaginations.
Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.