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

The Howard Hughes I knew began to change after his plane crash in 1941.

What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.

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.

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

I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.

I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.