I feel sure that unborn babies pick their parents.

My mother and I could always look out the same window without ever seeing the same thing.

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

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

I doubted that there were Communists hiding behind every corporation desk and director's chair.

There was no place at all for me in my father's military world.

All they had to do was put my name on a marquee and watch the money roll in.