When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.
I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.
Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.
I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.
The word actress has always seemed less a job description to me than a title
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?