Mankiewicz was a brilliant director.

Ford used to come to work in a big car with two Admiral's flags, on each side of the car. His assistant would be there with his accordion, playing, Hail to the Chief.

Gary Cooper was a good friend. He was a great nature lover. He was like an American Indian, he knew every leaf that was turned over. It was an education to go for a walk with him.

Hoods are good parts because they're always flashy and attract attention. If you've got any ability, you can use that as a stepping stone.

Cheyenne Autumn was received not too successfully. I still think it was a very good movie. It was kinda Ford's apology for the way he had treated Indians in his past pictures.

I think a performer should do his work and then shut up.

I felt pretty comfortable with Westerns, apart from the fact I couldn't ride.

Marilyn was terrible to work with. I was fond of her, she was a nice girl, but she was a damaged girl. She was very difficult. You couldn't get her on the set; she didn't know the words.

There was something about Marilyn. She couldn't act her way out of a bag, but she became an icon because something happened between her and the lens, and no one knows what it is.

Death's a path we're all on, son

I loved Jack Ford. I got him in his later days, and he was a total tyrant and a total autocrat and an Irish drunk. But I had a great time.

Your smile has magic in it.

See yourself while crying this is only things that no man wants.

I'm freakishly competitive, so I set a date to achieve a certain weight or fitness.

I'm not tortured and neurasthenic - I'm really not.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

I'm just a natural flirt, but I don't see it in a sexual way. A lot of the time I'm like an overexcited puppy.

My dad has always said to me, "where there is a will there is a way" and this is the type of dedication hockey has taught me. Being dedicated to this sport [hockey] has been my will to play.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.

...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.