I was not cut out to be a rebel.

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

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

In my early days in Hollywood I tried to be economical. I designed my own clothes, much to my mother's distress.

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.

As an actress, I was trained to show emotion I did not feel, or no emotion at all.

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.