I used to get the feeling, and sometimes I still get it, that sometimes I was fooling somebody; I don't know who or what, maybe myself.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn't eat or sleep.

I love a natural look in pictures.

I feel that beauty and femininity are ageless

I don't want everybody to see exactly where I live, what my sofa or my fireplace looks like.

Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night's date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn't think of looking at another woman.

Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.