Types really don't matter. I have been accused of preferring blondes. But I have known some mighty attractive redheads, brunettes, and yes, women with grey hair. Age, height, weight haven't anything to do with glamour.

It's a chain of accidents. When you step into Hollywood, you wind yourself into thousands of chains of accidents. If all of the thousands happen to come out exactly right-and the chance of that figures out to be one in eight million-then you'll be a star.

I bring to a role everything I am, was and hope to be.

When the public doesn't want me any longer, I'll quit.

Single men never have any problems. I suppose that the public builds some kind of idea from what they've seen of me on the screen.

I don't want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I'm dead.

I never did like the idea of sitting on newspapers. I did it once, and all the headlines came off on my white pants. On the level! It actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day. They just followed me around over town and read the news on the seat of my pants.