It is a remarkably beautiful piece of home furnishing, the Oscar. I used to keep it up in front of a mirror so that it looked like two.

At awards time, The Exorcist was nominated in 11 categories, everybody but the janitor was up for an Oscar. There was no category for what I did.

I'd stand in line for Confession with old people and little kids, and as the line moved up, I knew when I got into the box that I would lie! Again!

If I have to climb to heaven on a ladder, I shall decline the invitation.

A mean, tipsy, powerful, rotten-egg lady.

I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room.