If I had my life to live over again, I'd live it the same way. Maybe a few changes here or there, but nothing special. The truth is, honey, I've enjoyed my life. I've had a hell of a good time.

All I have going is my looks. When my beauty goes, I'm through.

For the loot, honey, for the loot.

After my screen test, the director clapped his hands gleefully and yelled: “She can't talk! She can't act! She's sensational!”

I either write the book or sell the jewels. And I'm kinda sentimental about the jewels.

I have only one rule in acting - trust the director and give him heart and soul.

Maybe, in the final analysis, they saw me as something I wasn't and I tried to turn them into something they could never be. I loved them all but maybe I never understood any of them. I don't think they understood me.