I guess the only jewels of my life were the pictures I made with Fred Astaire.

Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda... and woke up with me.

I never really thought of myself as a sex goddess; I felt I was more a comedian who could dance.

Who wouldn't prefer having breakfast in bed to getting up at the crack of dawn and having a cup of coffee in a studio makeup department?

I haven’t had everything from life. I’ve had too much.

I like having my picture taken and being a glamorous person. Sometimes when I find myself getting impatient, I just remember the times I cried my eyes out because nobody wanted to take my picture at the Trocadero.

Dancing in Tijuana when I was 13 — that was my 'summer camp.' How else do you think I could keep up with Fred Astaire when I was 19?