In show business the saying seems too often true: it isn't enough to succeed; someone else must fail.

What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.

My parents argued more than I remembered, about money and all the little things that disguise the truth that you are still arguing about money.

I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.

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

Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.

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?