I was fine when it came to cheering up others, not so fine with myself.

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?

Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.

I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

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