Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.

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

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.

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

Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.

I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.