I was deaf and dumb and blind to all but me, myself and I.

In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that's what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true.

Unless some misfortune has made it impossible, everyone can have good posture.

Just after I entered my teens I suddenly entertained an insatiable enthusiasm for the delightful habit of criticizing others.

I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .

I learned you have to fight for yourself in the picture business.

I can't imagine dating a boy, meeting him only outside the home. What's a home and family for if it's not the center of one's life?