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.

I was fine when it came to cheering up others, not so fine with myself.

Fonda and Gary Cooper had the best sense of timing of all the actors I knew.

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

The Hollywood structure was monopolistic, run by four or five big studios.

Men are wonderful. I adore them. They always give you the benefit of the doubt.

Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.