I was reared in an atmosphere where a great deal of attention was paid to women's hairdressing.

If I speak of Vienna it must be in the past tense, as a man speaks of a woman he has loved and who is dead.

For my Vienna is as different from what they call Vienna now as the quick is different from the dead.

The picture has made its million back in four months; I have been overwhelmed by letters, hundreds of them, literally, begging me in my next production not to swing over the shallow trash of mother love, father love, sister love, brother love.