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.
A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.
My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.
Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.
Where there is hope, there is no despair.
In later years, during what might be called my gray-outs — when I was conscious but not myself — I craved foods that were almost always fattening.