When How Green Was My Valley finally wrapped, I thought John Ford was a walking god.
My whole life was foretold to me. An old Romany gypsy read my fortune.
When I was young, I was told that I had a sulky, pouty face.
Above all else, deep in my soul, I'm a tough Irishwoman.
How could you get angry with Jackie Gleason?
I really wanted to be an opera soprano.