I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.
I hole up now and then and do nothing for days but read.
I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.
I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.
I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's rewards, I was hungry for most of those 20 years.
I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.
I am not the kind of woman who excuses her mistakes while reminding us of what used to be.
I simply did not want my face to be my talent.
I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.
I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.
I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.
I had known Cole Porter in Hollywood and New York, spent many a warm hour at his home, and met the talented and original people who were drawn to him.
I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.
I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.