"An actress of instinct and impulse, of swift and sudden change, of ever-varying mood, she was herself a light that danced and swayed, that burnt, not with a dull lamp’s steady glow, but with all the divine uncertainty of flickering candles on a Christmas tree. To watch her move upon the stage, to hear her voice, was—for the author of the play she happened to be in—an unforgettable experience." Happy Birthday Gertrude Lawrence, July 4th, 1898-September 6th, 1952
I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.