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.

Where there is hope, there is no despair.

I had no romantic interest in Gable. I considered him an older man.

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.

Joe Schenck, a top 20th Century-Fox executive, once said to me that he really believed I had a future, and that was because I was the only girl who could survive so many bad pictures.

I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.