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

I used up every cent I had earned as an actress.

I had known Cole Porter in Hollywood and New York, spent many a warm hour at his home, and met the talented and original people who were drawn to him.

I was going to live on my salary or go down swinging.

When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.

I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?

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.