I always tried to play my hunches.

I am not the kind of woman who excuses her mistakes while reminding us of what used to be.

I dated dozens of young men, had fun with all, made commitments to none.

I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.

I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.

I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.

I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.

I had no romantic interest in Gable. I considered him an older man.

I hole up now and then and do nothing for days but read.

I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.

I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's rewards, I was hungry for most of those 20 years.

I needed to be accepted, not humored. I intended to act.

I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.

I simply did not want my face to be my talent.

I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.

I used up every cent I earned as an actress.

I was going to live on my salary or go down swinging.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.

I'm not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy's charm, but he took life just as it came.