I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.

I'm not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy's charm, but he took life just as it came.

I had no romantic interest in Gable. I considered him an older man.

Joe Schenck, a top 20th Century-Fox executive, once said to me that he really believed I had a future, and that was because I was the only girl who could survive so many bad pictures.

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.

My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.