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.

that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

I used up every cent I had earned as an actress.

I had known Cole Porter in Hollywood and New York, spent many a warm hour at his home, and met the talented and original people who were drawn to him.

It was the fashion of the time, still is, to feel that all actors are neurotic, or they would not be actors.

I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.