I Am Not A Has-been. I Am

I Used To Tremble From Nerves So Badly That The Only Way I Could Hold My Head Steady Was To Lower My Chin Practically To My Chest And Look Up At Bogie. That Was The Beginning Of The Look.

I Would Hate Now To Be Married. It Does Occur To Me On Occasion That, If I Fall And Hit My Head, There Will Be No One To Make The Phone Call. But Who Wants To Think About That Disaster, I'd Prefer Not To.

My Son Tells Me, 'do You Realize You Are The Last One? The Last Person Who Was An Eyewitness To The Golden Age?' Young People, Even In Hollywood, Ask Me, 'were You Really Married To Humphrey Bogart?' 'well, Yes, I Think I Was,' I Reply. You Realize Yourself When You Start Reflecting - Because I Don't Live In The Past, Although Your Past Is So Much A Part Of What You Are - That You Can't Ignore It. But I Don't Look At Scrapbooks. I Could Show You Some, But I'd Have To Climb Ladders, And I Can't Climb

Imagination Is The Highest Kite One Can Fly.

I Finally Felt That I Came Into My Own When I Went On The Stage.