By the time I was 15, my mother had turned me into a real clotheshorse.

From the first moment on the set I was consumed with curiousity about the technical side of shooting a sound picture.

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

I became a fanatic about healthy food in 1944.

The day I initiated divorce proceedings against Michael Farmer, I was ready to retire to a desert cave and rethink my life.

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

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