I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

I never thought I'd land in pictures with a face like mine.

Cheating on a good woman is like choosing trash over treasure.

Good things aren't supposed to just fall into your lap. God is very generous, but He expects you to do your part first.

I was asked to act when I couldn't act. I was asked to sing "Funny Face" when I couldn't sing and dance with Fred Astaire when I couldn't dance and do all kinds of things I wasn't prepared for. Then I tried like mad to cope with it.

I can testify to what UNICEF means to children, because I was among those who received food and medical relief right after World War II.

This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain's very important. That's when Paris smells its sweetest. It's the damp chestnut trees.