When you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.
My marriage didn't make me sad, but it didn't make me happy either. My husband and I hardly spoke to each other. This wasn't because we were angry. We had nothing to say. I was dying of boredom.
What good is it being Marilyn Monroe? Why can't I just be an ordinary woman?
The truth is, I've never fooled anyone. I've let men sometimes fool themselves.
I just got to feel that whoever I marry has some real regard for me.