A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.

I simply did not want my face to be my talent.

I am not the kind of woman who excuses her mistakes while reminding us of what used to be.

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.

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 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.