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

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

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

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

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

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

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