Joan Crawford is a movie queen. I had never met one before. I know now what I don't want to be.

I loved playing the part of the feisty Annie Sullivan in The Miracle Worker

Alcohol is a very patient drug. It will wait for the alcoholic to pick it up one more time.

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.

My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.

I believe in joy, but I believe in the flip-side, agony.

I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable insanity, or I can choose to live within my thoroughly human condition.

One of the cruelest judgments sustained against me is that I have spoken out as a recovered alcoholic to stimulate my acting career.

Aside from my son, no person has ever shown for me the gentle concern I knew from Governor Adlai Stevenson.

I have reached a state in life where I can buy a whole house full of chairs and can bump into them until they are black and blue

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

There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.

You are your greatest product and behind every book lies an author who wrote it.

People blame science. Shit, man, people shouldn’t blame science. People should blame people.

When the rock is hard we get harder than the rock. When the job is tough we get tougher than the job.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.

A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Popularity is totally overrated.

Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Tho' her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive, Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.