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Dorothy Jean Dandridge
November 9, 1922 — September 8, 1965
When I think of Dorothy, I only think of the happy times. The gay times. When she re-enacted the character Julie from “Showboat” in the living room of friends. When she sang at a musicale. Her opening nights. The games on the beach in South America. The shopping excursions in Europe. Her awe the first time in New York. … These are the things I think of. — Earl Mills
“I take that as a very good sign. That some people support me and some people really don’t like me tells me that I’m making decisions and I`m standing strong for something I believe in. I’m making choices in life. And that’s the right thing to do.”
He was much more beautiful to me, and much more interesting, and much more complicated than any of the parts that he played, or any of the performances that you saw.
- Dennis Hopper
James Byron Dean (Feb. 8, 1931 - Sept. 30, 1955)
I wasn’t laughing very much in my life about anything and kind of always would see people with kids, or married or in love and thought, ‘That’s great. Not my life.’ And I wish I could have that, but I am never going to have that because I am all over the place and I’m never going to be calm or stable or normal or safe.
If I had my life to live over again, I’d live it the same way. Maybe a few changes here or there, but nothing special. The truth is, honey, I’ve enjoyed my life. I’ve had a hell of a good time.
Many actors want to play Hamlet and Macbeth, and ever since I became an actor from the very beginning, I just wanted to play a Shetland pony. I can’t explain why.
Her instinct, her mastery over the machine, was pure witchcraft. I cannot analyze this woman’s acting. I only know that no one else so effectively worked in front of a camera.
Octave Mirbeau, ‘The Torture Garden’
I don’t understand people who like to work and talk about it like it was some sort of goddamn duty. Doing nothing feels like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.
It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator
in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes.
The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures
-The Lords and The New Creatures by Jim Morrison
At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.
-The Secret Life of Salvador Dali by Salvador Dali.
I wanted to be famous, just to make the kids who’d laughed at me feel foolish. I wanted to be rich, so I’d never have to do the awful work my mother did and live at the bottom of the barrel—ever. And I wanted to be a dancer because I loved to dance… Maybe the illusions, the daydreams, made life more tolerable, but I always knew, whether I was in school or working in some damned dime store, that I’d make it. (Funny, but I never had any ambition whatsoever to become an actress.)
At the risk of hurting the feelings of many great ladies of the screen, I must say that of all the actresses I have worked with, Katharine Hepburn is my favourite for many reasons: her intelligence, talent, dignity, integrity, wit, and humour being just a few. There is no one quite like her. She is unique. Her delight in life is contagious. Sparks fly when Kate’s around. Her enthusiasm and vitality recharge the batteries like the wallop of a good martini. The most down-to-earth legend I have ever met, she is laser sharp and incisive, tough as rawhide, yet as quick and sensitive as the wingbeat of a hummingbird. I admire and respect her honesty, her sense of privacy, her life-style. The lady’s beauty is ageless because her spirit is young and always will be. No energy crisis here. A generation of would-be actresses have been inspired by her, as will generations to come. She is an untapped mine of inner resources: never feels sorry for herself; never complains; never lonely; never at a loss for living. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to do all she wants to do… She could have been a great doctor, faith healer, painter, or president. As far as I’m concerned, Katharine Hepburn’s face ought to be carved into the rock of Mount Rushmore. But of course, she’s already a national monument. — Hal Wallis
Katharine Houghton Hepburn | 12 May 1907 — 29 June 2003
I’ll always remember Jack Lemmon’s magic. When he was ready for a scene, his face would break into a tremendous grin and he’d say “It’s magic time”! All of us (the female band in Some Like It Hot) were smitten with his wit and his jaunty good looks.
- Grace Lee Whitney