I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.

I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.

Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.

I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.

In my early days in Hollywood I tried to be economical. I designed my own clothes, much to my mother's distress.

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.

I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.