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.

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

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

Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.

I used up every cent I had earned as an actress.

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

Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.