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.
In the months leading up to World War II there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.
I had no romantic interest in Gable. I considered him an older man.
Jealousy is I think the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.
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 ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.
I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.
I approached everything my job my family my romances with intensity.
I followed the same diet for 20 years eliminating starches living on salads lean meat and small portions.
The Howard Hughes I knew began to change after his plane crash in 1941.
I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.
Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.
Wealth beauty and fame are transient. When those are gone little is left except the need to be useful.