“You mustn’t miss the moment. There’s only one first sailing into Rio harbor.”

I’ve lost my faith in science.

If everybody likes you, you’re pretty dull.

I may not have been wearing a mink coat, but I was traveling with a dog. That should have made you think I was an actress!

The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

I was the female Marlon Brando of my generation.

An affair now and then is good for a marriage. It adds spice, stops it from getting boring. I ought to know.

One can be respected with the truth in Hollywood just as much as anywhere else you know or else I wouldn’t have had a career.

I have been uncompromising, peppery, intractable, monomaniacal, tactless, volatile, and oftentimes disagreeable. I suppose I’m larger than life.

I do not regret one professional enemy I have made. Any actor who doesn’t dare to make an enemy should get out of the business.

I’d marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he’d be dead within a year.

I will not retire while I’ve still got my legs and my make-up box.

Playing our parts. Yes, we all have to do that and from childhood on, I have found that my own character has been much harder to play worthily and far harder at times to comprehend than any of the roles I have portrayed.

You can lose everything but you can’t lose your talent!

I’ve been lucky. I’ll be lucky again.

Strong women only marry weak men.

In this business, until you’re known as a monster you’re not a star.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

Happiness lies not in finding what is missing, but in finding what is present.

Even when we find not what we seek, we find something as well worth seeking as what we missed.

I missed my home – like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country – culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed the point.

I suppose I miss the British cynicism and the humor.

Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn’t work.