So they were turning, after all - those cameras. Life, which can be strangely merciful, had taken pity on Norma Desmond. The dream she had clung to so desperately had enfolded her. Norma: You see, this is my life. It always will be! (In a whisper) There's nothing else - just us - and the cameras - and those wonderful people out there in the dark. All right, Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up.

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

I was 25 and the most popular celebrity in the world, with the possible exception of my friend Mary Pickford.

I consider anybody who weighs over 200 pounds fat, and time was when I could not refrain from telling such people so.

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

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

The only time I ever went hunting I remembered it as a grisly experience.