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 had no romantic interest in Gable. I considered him an older man.

About my career I was serious and earnest, sometimes impatient.

I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.

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