When I die, my epitaph should read: She Paid the Bills. That's the story of my private life.

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

The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me as perfectly foolish.

My sculpture is very personal; for years my subjects were family and close, close friends.

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

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

The English press treated the world premiere of my first talking picture as a major event.