At 26, I felt myself a victim rather than a victor in the realm of pictures.
I became a fanatic about healthy food in 1944.
By the time I was 15, my mother had turned me into a real clotheshorse.
Hollywood's old trick: repeat a successful formula until it dies.
When I die, my epitaph should read: She Paid the Bills. That's the story of my private life.
The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me as perfectly foolish.