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 simply did not want my face to be my talent.

I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.

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

I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.

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.

Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.