I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.

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

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

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

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.

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.