Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.
Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.
I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.
The Howard Hughes I knew began to change after his plane crash in 1941.
I approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.
Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.
Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.
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.
Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.
When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.
When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb.
When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.
What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.
Unlike the stage, I never found it helpful to be good in a bad movie.
Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.
I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.
I dated dozens of young men, had fun with all, made commitments to none.
Fonda and Gary Cooper had the best sense of timing of all the actors I knew.
Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.
Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.
