31st Jul 2010
Saturday // 1am // 2 years ago

Excerpt from By Myself and Then Some by Lauren Bacall

Well, we movie stars got the glory, I guess we have to take the little heartaches that go with it. People think we lead lives of glamour and romance, but we’re really lonely. Terribly lonely.

“He was like someone I would’ve like to have had for a brother, and his teasing manner made me feel at ease. He was also a ferocious drinker…But when we worked together, I went up on lines more often than he did. In one scene, when I was suppose to say, ‘In a pig’s eye you are,’ what came out was, ‘In a pig’s ass you are.’ Old habits die awfully hard.” - Ava on Richard Burton

The last day of March,
My darling Sleeping Child, I am oddly shy about you. I still regard you as an inviolate presence. You are as secret as the mysterious processes of the womb. I’m not being fancy…I have treated women, generally, very badly and used them as an exercise for my contempt - except in your case.
I have fought like a fool to treat you in the same way and failed. One of these days I will wake up - which I think I have done already - and realise to myself that I really do love. I find it very difficult to allow my whole life to rest on the existence of another creature. I find it equally difficult, because of my innate arrogance, to believe in the idea of love. There is no such thing, I say to myself.
There is lust, of course, and usage, and jealousy, and desire and spent powers, but no such thing as the idiocy of love. Who invented that concept? I have racked my shabby brains and can find no answer.
But when people die, those who are taken away from us can never come back. Never, never, never, never, never (Lear about Cordelia). We are such doomed fools. Unfortunately, we know it. So I have decided that, for a second or two, the precious potential of you in the next room is the only thing in the world worth living for. After your death there shall only be one other and that will be mine. Or I possibly think, vice versa.
Ravaged love,
And loving Rich
-Richard Burton in a letter to Elizabeth Taylor (1973) (via)

“Mother and Ava Gardner were a dynamite pair. Of all her friends, I think they were the closest in temperment and outlook on life. They shared many of the same tastes and even fell for many of the same men, yet they never let it affect their friendship. Both loved all things Latin. Bullfights thrilled them. They could rumba, samba, or dance the flamenco from sundown to sunrise. Even their final years were similar. Both were world-class beauties who ended up no longer wanting romantic attachments, were somewhat reclusive, and hooked on the telephone. They were telephone friends until Ava passed away in 1990.” - Cheryl Crane, Lana Turner’s daughter.

“I believe in living each day as it comes, to the best of my ability. When it`s done, I put it away, remembering that there will be a tomorrow to take it`s place. If I have any philosophy, that`s it. To me it`s not a fatalistic attitude.” - Ginger Rogers