Many people are target people. Once when Louis B. Mayer insulted me I poured a glass of water over his head.

Analysis gave me great freedom of emotions and fantastic confidence. I felt I had served my time as a puppet.

I enjoy countless hundreds pursuing me. I love those who love me the most. I am sort of flattered by men showing attention to me.

Experts always know everything but the fine points. When I took my citizenship exams, no one there knew how the White House came to be called the White House.

I was madly in love with life.

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.

The public pays and feels it is entitled to participate in the personal affairs of a performer.