Some time ago, I told Larry King that I planned to live to be 102. I still do.
Audiences in London called me the girl with the black cherry eyes.
I don't remember having a crush on a boy when I was a girl. I don't even remember my first kiss.
I knew that Jamaica Inn was going to make me a star.
I saw myself as Joan of Arc.
I dainty little lass I wasn't. I looked twice my age until I turned 10 or 11.