For the loot, honey, for the loot.

What I'd really like to say about stardom is that it gave me everything I never wanted.

I thought I was making fifty dollars a week [at MGM], but it turned out to be $35 because twelve weeks of the year you were on layoff. It was white slavery, and it lasted for seventeen years.

God knows I've got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.

I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.

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.

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