I was married when I was 17. I knew nothing. I was full of romance.

After 16 years in pictures I could not be intimidated easily, because I knew where all the skeletons were buried.

Fame was thrilling only until it became grueling. Money was fun only until you ran out of things to buy.

I had starred in more than 30 successful films, six in a row directed by Cecil B. De Mille.

Hollywood's old trick: repeat a successful formula until it dies.

I was the first celebrity in pictures to be marrying a titled European.

In two months Joseph Kennedy had taken over my entire life, and I trusted him implicitly to make the most of it.