For the first time, I lived alone… in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.
I have a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I’m stunned.
I have two books that were published quite some time ago. I start to read about three sentences. I have to close it. I am so self-conscious. Who did I think I was?
The doctors must tell you that one of the risks of surgery is that you might die. This poor doctor was talking to an actress. It was very dramatic to me. To him, it was just a thing he had to say.
It’s toughest to forgive ourselves. So it’s probably best to start with other people. It’s almost like peeling an onion. Layer by layer, forgiving others, you really do get to the point where you can forgive yourself.
When I don’t know what the music is going to be for a scene, I imagine some sort of orchestration going on and damned if they don’t usually come up with a similar kind of thing.
Actors take risks all the time. We put ourselves on the line. It is creative to be able to interpret someone’s words and breathe life into them.
The panic attacks – I still have them. They started when I was around 8. They always have to do with my death.
I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What’s missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.
I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o’clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.
I’ve come to believe that whoever I am didn’t start on December 14, 1946, and isn’t going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future.
I’m living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks.
No matter what your laundry list of requirements in choosing a mate, there has to be an element of good luck and good fortune and good timing.
Sometimes it is the simplest, seemingly most inane, most practical stuff that matters the most to someone.
The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.
I’m going to be 58, and I’m a woman. In this business, that seems to be a bigger crime than being mentally ill.
I joke around a lot about the manic times because they’re funny. We manics do outrageous things and it is part of our colorful nature.
I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.