My style really isn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a little uniform that I made up all those years ago, so I wouldn’t have to worry every night about what in the world I was going to wear on stage. So I created a uniform and stuck with it.
"I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings - and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.”
From The Big Sleep (1946). In honor of Lauren Bacall’s passing, I just published a tribute to her best noirish roles.
“Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you’re alive, it isn’t”
- Lauren Bacall (September 16, 1924 - August 12, 2014)