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.

Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.

I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.

I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

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.

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

I'm not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy's charm, but he took life just as it came.