My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.
A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.
I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.
I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.
I used up every cent I had earned as an actress.
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.