I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.

I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

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

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.

Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.

Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.