The main cause of my difficulties stemmed from the tragedy of my daughter's unsound birth and my inability to face my feelings.

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

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.

Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.

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

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.