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

There were days that I worked all the time, without a layoff, or a rest, finishing one picture and reporting for another sometimes on the same day.

We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.

Throughout my career, I was to be cast as a frontier girl, an aristocrat, an Arabian, a Eurasian, a Polynesian, and a Chinese.

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

I dated dozens of young men, had fun with all, made commitments to none.