Bankhead in 1941
|Born||Tallulah Brockman Bankhead
January 31, 1902
Huntsville, Alabama, U.S.
|Died||December 12, 1968
New York City, U.S.
|Cause of death||Pneumonia complicated by emphysema and malnutrition|
|Resting place||Saint Paul’s Churchyard, Kent, Maryland|
|Spouse(s)||John Emery (m. 1937â€“41)|
|Parent(s)||William B. Bankhead
Adelaide Eugenia “Ada” Bankhead
|Relatives||John Hollis Bankhead (grandfather)
John Hollis Bankhead II (uncle)
I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.
I read Shakespeare and the Bible, and I can shoot dice. That's what I call a liberal education.
I have been absolutely hag-ridden with ambition. If I could wish to have anything in the world it would be to be free of ambition.
(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.
It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.
The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make all the same mistakes – only sooner.
Television could perform a great service in mass education, but there's no indication its sponsors have anything like this on their minds.
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work – the night watchman.
The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.
I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.
If you really want to help the American theater, don't be an actress, dahling. Be an audience.
They used to photograph Shirley Temple through gauze. They should photograph me through linoleum.
I did what I could to inflate the rumor I was on my way to stardom. What I was on my way to, by any mathematical standards known to man, was oblivion, by way of obscurity.
If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.