The outside world wants me to have glamour; my fans want me glamorous. I won't let them down.

Fame has a special burden, which I might as well state here and now. I don't mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. But what goes with it can be a burden

(about her teen years) My admirers all said the same thing in different ways. It was my fault, their wanting to kiss and hug me.

Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don't feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.

A sweater is like life, you get nothing out of it that you don't put into it!

Fame is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.

Arthur Miller wouldn't have married me if I had been nothing but a dumb blonde.