If you really want to kill yourself, you get a gun and blow your head off
I guess the only way I could describe myself is someone that lives right in the present.
To me, being grown-up meant smoking cigarettes, drinking cocktails, and dressing up in high heels and glamourous outfits.
I choose not to think of my life as surviving, but coping.
When my mother signed at MGM, that was the only kind of contract you could sign. There was no such thing as an independent agent.
In June 1968, five days before my mother's forty -sixth birthday, the world fell apart again. Sirhan Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy, who died the next day. Why were people shooting all the Kennedys? Had the country gone mad?