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

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

I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.

Nothing strengthens a woman's determination to be in love quite so much as being told that she cannot.

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

Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.