- [on Jean Harlow] The newspapers sure have loused me up, calling me a sexpot! Where'd they ever get such a screwy idea? One look at Harlow and whether you were male or female you could get no other idea; she was the Scylla and Charybdis of sex, from her provocative come-hither expression to the flowing lines of her beautifully proportioned body.
- [on Douglas Fairbanks] Whenever Douglas Fairbanks entered he caused quite a stir; buoyed by his sudden rise to fame after only two pictures, he seemed charged with electricity. His wife, calm and gentle, seemed undisturbed even when her exuberant husband did handstands or leaped over the sofas to amuse his appreciative Algonquin audiences. Because he had never outgrown a small boy's penchant for showing off, he was rarely referred to as Douglas or Mr. Fairbanks; it was always Doug.
- I spent my life searching for a man to look up to, without lying down
- [about Pollyanna (1920)] We proceeded with the dull routine of making a picture we both thought nauseating, "Pollyanna." I hated writing it, Mary [star Mary Pickford] hated playing it.
- [on Lillian Gish] She might look fragile, but physically and spiritually, she was as fragile as a steel rod. Nobody could sway her from her self-appointed course. With a Botticelli face, she had the mind of a good Queen Bess, dictating her carefully thought-out policies and ruling justly, if firmly.
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