I was 25 and the most popular celebrity in the world, with the possible exception of my friend Mary Pickford.

I was married when I was 17. I knew nothing. I was full of romance.

I was the first celebrity in pictures to be marrying a titled European.

I've given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can't divorce a book.

If you're 40 years old and you've never had a failure, you've been deprived.

In two months Joseph Kennedy had taken over my entire life, and I trusted him implicitly to make the most of it.

Much as I cared for Joseph Kennedy, he was a classic example of that person in the arts with lots of brains and drive but little taste or talent.

My greatest debt will always be to the movie-going public of yesterday and today, without whose love and devotion I would have had no story to tell.

My mother and I could always look out the same window without ever seeing the same thing.

My sculpture is very personal; for years my subjects were family and close, close friends.

One of the networks sent me a TV set to watch. I didn't care for the medium. It depressed me.

Tennessee Williams was a gifted talker with a beautiful accent and we had lots of things in common.

The day I initiated divorce proceedings against Michael Farmer, I was ready to retire to a desert cave and rethink my life.

The English press treated the world premiere of my first talking picture as a major event.

The first feminine feature that goes, with advancing age, is the neck.

The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me as perfectly foolish.

The major gossip columnists were more concerned with protecting the industry than with gunning down sinners.

The Paramount executives were so pleased with Sunset Boulevard that they asked me to do a publicity tour.

The Sennett system of making pictures was actually fun. You never knew what the person next to you was going to do.

We lived on the Key West Army Base. Key West for me was a tropical island paradise.