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.

Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.

Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.

I simply did not want my face to be my talent.

I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?

Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.

In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.