Lana Turner, 1942
“It’s interesting that Mother never thought of herself as beautiful. To her, the great beauties were brunettes. Dark was beauty, while women like herself and Betty Grable were bubbly, popular, and pretty, but not beautiful. The epitome of beauty to Mother was Hedy Lamarr. She was so impressed by an entrance Hedy made at Ciro’s, glamour personified and wearing a single diamond on her forehead at her widow’s peak. Years later Mother was still impressed, telling me she had never seen anyone look as manificent in her life. Nevertheless, Mother didn’t do badly with what she had.”
- Cheryl Crane
Humphrey Bogart and James Cagney enjoying some ice cream
i just have to make it through the next few or tens or hundreds or thousands of weeks. until i'm dead
Corey Haim in The Lost Boys (1987)
New York overwhelmed me. For the first few weeks I only strayed a couple of blocks from my hotel off Times Square. I would see three movies a day in an attempt to escape my loneliness and depression. I spent $150 of my limited funds just on seeing movies. - James Dean
"It's sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man... as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can't move a finger, and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do... suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching... they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."" Horror Character Appreciation - Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates in Psycho (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
on all levels except physical i am a spoiled house cat
“We all got totally soused somewhere on the West Side, and I remember Monty shouting to Liz, ‘You are the only woman I will ever love,’ and Elizabeth slumped in a chair staring at him with those magnificent violet eyes and crooning, ‘Baby, oh baby,’ over and over again.” -Ed Foote on his last memory of Montgomery Clift.