Sometimes Peggy herself would sell tickets to her museum, and if tourists asked her if Mrs. Guggenheim was still alive, she'd assure them she wasn't.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Well, I'd say that the beginning of this thing came through with Art of This Century, Peggy Guggenheim's, where she opened this gallery and began showing some things that caused a little talk, amongst a lot of other things.
I used to sit near Marilyn Monroe in the Actor's Studio. She'd get dressed up because that was her identity. Sad. Those cameras wouldn't leave her alone. She didn't know where to hide.
So long as there is one pretty girl left on the stage, the professional undertakers may hold up their burial of the theater.
I think it's long overdue, and I believed that Doris Miller should have been honored a long time ago.
If Barbara Walters was interviewing me, I'd figure her career was as dead as mine!
I don't know Sally Jenkins. I've met her once. I wouldn't know her in an elevator.
A friend of mine rang the box office to collect a ticket I'd reserved for her, and the girl said, 'Who's Lesley Manville?'
I met a congressman who claimed that he could introduce me to two people who saw Amelia Earhart.
Like surgeons trying to save a life, the conservators and preservers at New York City museums dedicate themselves to ensuring the longevity of works of art for public view.
I had met a young lady who wanted to be in the theater. It was Judy Holliday. She had somehow fallen down the steps of the Village Vanguard, which still exists today.