At twelve I looked like a girl of seventeen. My body was developed and shapely. I still wore the blue dress and the blouse the orphanage provided. They made me look like an overgrown lummox.

The only thing a star asks is to be allowed to twinkle.

They've said I want to direct pictures. I couldn't direct traffic.

What I really want to say: That what the world really needs is a real feeling of kinship. Everybody: stars, laborers, Negroes, Jews, Arabs. We are all brothers.

I don't stop when I'm tired. I only stop when I'm done.

I don't want to make money, I just want to be wonderful.

We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.