When I met her, she was more beautiful than I could have imagined, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Without makeup. She was more beautiful in life than on-screen. She glowed. The camera could never fully capture that glow.
Her smile lit up southern California, which was already a bright, sunny place.Too bright. I never liked the brightness of that sun. It revealed every pore on everyone’s face, except Ingrid’s. The skin on her face was perfect. She wasn’t like other people there. She wasn’t like anybody anywhere.
(Roberto Rossellini in Ingrid Bergman, A Personal Biography, Charlotte Chandler)