We only did probably two, three takes on every scene we did, at the most.

I don't think you want to give all the answers, but I think every answer you do give should bring up another question, and not all questions should be answered.

I didn't want to start relying on what someone else thought was right. It was easier to go away all together.

I always felt Jimmy was trapped in Hollywood. He felt it himself. He loved aviation so much and he wanted to be able to do more of that. He somehow just got stuck here.

I loved acting, which was never about money, the fame. It was about a search for meaning. It was painful.

I was always opinionated.

If you want to live on the edge of life, you need to be flexible.

If you're wanting glamorous or really beautiful or really sexy, well then, I wasn't really the one, but I could do all of that. You could just get really lost in that kind of image.

So, Hitchcock wouldn't say anything about my work in the movie but, on the other hand, he wouldn't complain, either.

I live way out in the country, so there's not a lot of people around to remind me. And my friends don't think of me as 'Kim Novak' anymore anyway. It's like they forgot, too. And so it's nice.

Harry Cohn did not make me. But I also feel that I probably didn't make me, either. I think it was a combination. I think that's what made it work.

It perhaps might be said--if any one dared--that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another.

See the world anew and write down the bones of it.

It’s no disgrace to be black, but it’s often very inconvenient.

Are you okay?” someone asked. “I’m fine, ” I snapped, turning to face Jayden Griffin. “I have to admit, you’re getting better at lying, Tess Embers, ” he said quietly. “However, I know you’re not okay.

The more cruel the wrong that men commit against an individual or a people, the deeper their hatred and contempt for their victim.

Daily life is always extraordinary when rendered precisely.

The self is not only the centre but also the whole circumference which embraces both conscious and unconscious; it is the centre of this totality, just as the ego is the centre of consciousness.

Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all.

Do people who wave at trains Wave at the driver, or at the train itself? Or, do people who wave at trains Wave at the passengers? Those hurtling strangers, The unidentifiable flying faces?