I don't have any gnawing guilt over contributing to any unhappiness suffered by my husbands. They were as much to blame as I was.

A good painting to me has always been like a friend. It keeps me company, comforts and inspires.

American men, as a group, seem to be interested in only two things, money and breasts. It seems a very narrow outlook.

Mr. DeMille's theory of sexual difference was that marriage is an artificial state for women. The want to be taken, ruled, raped. That was his theory.

I'm fifty-one years old, but I'm not through yet. I have lived a full life, and intend packing in quite a lot more.

I often talked to Bing Crosby, and while I liked him, I never understood why he was so popular. To me his voice was just a gimmick.

Hope & curiosity about the future seemed better than guarantees. The unknown was always so attractive to me...and still is.