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.

My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.

In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.

Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.