“When I was on the air a lot my throat and vocal chords got tired.”

Maybe I can’t act, but I know the gimmicks. I studied acting all my life and know what’s good for me.

Nobody’s strong enough to stand up under a flood of weak material.

I wish I were the type who could walk into a place and have everybody love me. But I’m not, and there’s no use wishing

Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.

A producer has to know all about everything from set-building to costumes to acting.

I think any movie star who refuses autographs has a hell of a nerve.

I learned more about acting from George Stevens in a few months than I had in my entire life up until then

I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me.

It seems only reasonable that the people have a right to know virtually everything about the personality they are buying each time they put their money through the box office

It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else.

I’m shy and can’t for the life of me barge around and slap people on the back.

I just want to make pictures that are entertaining. I’ll leave the scenery chewing to someone else.

I’m working myself to death.

Maybe I thought too much about picking up the money and not enough about the really good parts.

I have the face of an ageing choirboy and the build of an undernourished featherweight.

I’d rather be David Ladd’s father than Alan Ladd any day.