For years it never occurred to me to question the judgment of those in charge at the studio.

I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.

I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.

Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.

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?

When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.

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.