A Lucky Thing Eva Peron Was. She

I Loved Fencing And Dancing And Elocution.

But I Remember The Morning After The Mask Of Virtue-which Is The First Play I Did At The West End-that Some Critics Saw Fit To Be As Foolish As To Say That I Was A Great Actress. And I Thought, That Was A Foolish, Wicked Thing To Say, Because It Put Such An Onus And Such A Responsibility Onto Me, Which I Simply Wasn't Able To Carry. And It Took Me Years To Learn Enough To Live Up To What They Said-for Those First Notices. I Find It So Stupid. I Remember The Critic Very Well, And Have Never Forgiven Him.

Scarlett, From The Ashes Of The War-ravaged Land At Tara, Remembering What She Was Taught By Her Father In Happier Times: "as God Is My Witness, As God Is My Witness, They're Not Going To Lick Me! I'm Going To Live Through This, And When It's All Over, I'll Never Be Hungry Again - No, Nor Any Of My Folks! If I Have To Lie, Steal, Cheat, Or Kill! As God Is My Witness, I'll Never Be Hungry Again."

I Think Any Classical Training In The Theatre Is Of Enormous Value.

Who Could Quarrel With Clark Gable? We Got On Well. Whenever Anyone On The Set Was Tired Or Depressed, It Was Gable Who Cheered That Person Up. Then The Newspapers Began Printing The Story That Gable And I Were Not Getting On. This Was So Ridiculous It Served Only As A Joke. From The Time On The Standard Greeting Between Clark And Myself Became, 'how Are You Not Getting On Today?'