I can't remember anybody saying, Let's get this show on the road.

I'd been trying for all of the eight years we'd been married to have a child, and finally I did.

Raft told me how to walk with him in a scene: We'd start off in a long shot normal, and about the time we got together in a close-up, I'd be bending my knees so I'd be shorter.

My forehead is sometimes too high, but bangs could correct this.

I'd say my happiest moment as an actress came when I learned I'd won the Look Magazine Best Supporting Actress Award for 1956 in The Killing.

I'd also say having Jack's son Chris living with us from his 13th year on helped in raising Rick.

For many years my inherited arthritis had given me problems.

I knew I had a great figure, but I never regarded myself as beautiful.

It finally became clear to me that they had no hopes of my ever walking again.

For instance, it was very rare for anyone there with dogs to allow them into the house.

Most actors are insecure enough already without having a director who adds to that.

I can't remember anybody saying, Let's get this show on the road.

Some actresses seem to thrive on chaos, and I've often wondered if they felt they had to be that way in order to perform well?

About that time, stronger features became fashionable on the screen.

Elisha Cook was a darling, and full of the devil. A wired - up little fellow who was always busy, busy, busy.

I had to do a tango with Raft and I learned to dance in ballet shoes with my knees bent.

Of course, in later years, I'd studied acting more than ever before - mostly with the late Stella Adler, who was marvelous! - but in my earlier years, I couldn't afford to do this.

The way animals were and are abused appalls me to this very day.

I thought my nose was too prominent so I had this corrected via plastic surgery in 1959.

This has taught me that being pleasant is always so much more productive, for I know well the rewards for being good-natured.

I'm 5 9, and there were two stars in my life who didn't mind that I was taller than they - George Raft and John Garfield.

This I regard as a classic example of my not being properly prepared for a part I very much wanted.

I got to know Sterling Hayden fairly well. He was a quiet man, who got more complicated as the years went on.

I didn't know I was doing film noir, I thought they were detective stories with low lighting!

So, I certainly subscribe to what Bette said about acting being very hard work.

But painting can be too lonely... I like being with people too much to have ever made that my life's work.

In '48 when I left Metro, I tried to go back to radio, but somehow just didn't do well at it.

The scene where I took my eyelashes off we did in two takes.

Regrettably, I do sometimes have to fight a tendency to be bitchy.

On the road to equality there is no better place for blacks to detour around American values than in forgoing its example in the treatment of its women and the organization of its family.

If I'm out trailriding, I have a favorite motorcycle. Riding on the road, I've got a favorite. If I'm jumping, I have a favorite, and if I'm racing, I have a favorite.

No one is guaranteed happiness. You can pursue it, but if you happen to find success along the way on that road to happiness, Conservatives believe you should not be demonized or penalized for it.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.

Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

The way was long and weary, But gallantly they strode, A country lad and lassie, Along the heavy road.

One is sorry one could not have taken both branches of the road. But we were not allotted multiple selves.

At home in Paris I take a milk bath two times a week, but here on the road it is more difficult. I miss them.

On that road of the informer, it is always night. I cannot ever inform against anyone without feeling something die within me. I inform without pleasure, because it is necessary.

And since I just turned 32, I'm thinking about getting married, having a family, and that's very difficult to do on the road as a correspondent.

Most of the international community, most of the countries around the world, don't want any side, any party to take unilateral steps. They would like that all of us to stick to the road map.

There is no royal road to anything, one thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

We toured that record for a year, which turned out to be the culmination of ten years of being constantly on the road. We were sick to death of touring.

Love or not, I wouldn't subject a wife to the road. It's punishment.

There's no road map on how to raise a family: it's always an enormous negotiation.

Show's going well. New season starting, we're on the road.

There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true.

The road to perseverance lies by doubt.