Irish Film Actress and Singer
Tough Brian Keith was a natural at comedy.
When How Green Was My Valley finally wrapped, I thought John Ford was a walking god.
When I saw Charles Laughton made up for the first time as Quasimodo, I almost fell over. The transformation was unbelievable.
When I was young, I was told that I had a sulky, pouty face.
When you try to battle with John Ford, you have to give in.
Where men were concerned, I was ill-prepared to navigate confidently through Hollywood's sometimes murky waters.
Whether I liked it or not, I was now a property of the powerful Hollywood studio system.
While one is working on a motion picture, it's natural to get mad at others from time to time.
You don't monkey around on a movie set. It's bloody hard work, and if you're professional, you keep busy and do your job.
I'm afraid a lot of the people today don't know which way to read the script, upside down, sideways or backward.
My childhood rarely knew pain, sadness, or hardship. It was joyous-full of love and laughter-and the happiest time of my life.
There's a terrible truth for many women in the picture business: Aging typically takes its toll and means fewer and less desirable roles.
I'm really honestly terrified about how much I should tell and how much I should still keep secret.
My early training in drama, music, and dance started at the age of 6 and continued for 11 years, until I made my first movie.
They said my nose was too big and they wanted to bob my nose. I said, sorry. If that's what you want, buy me a ticket and I'll go home.
I'm terrified about the day that I enter the gates of heaven and God says to me, just a minute.
My heritage has been my grounding, and it has brought me peace.
I'm very lucky I really had some wonderful movies.
My house here in LA is a disgrace. You go in the front door and you think you're going to be drowned in paper. It's all over the place.
In 1946, I fought to be recognized as Irish when I became a dual national.
My whole life was foretold to me. An old Romany gypsy read my fortune.
In a career that has lasted for over 60 years, I have acted, punched, swashbuckled, and shot my way through an absurdly masculine profession.
On July 1, 1952, I filed for divorce from William Houston Price on grounds of incompatibility. My 10-year nightmare had finally come to an end.
In the beginning it was all black and white.
One time I was taking a little too long in the toilet and Mr. Zanuck sent for me. And he said, what are you doing that takes so long?