The Howard Hughes I knew began to change after his plane crash in 1941.
Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.
I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.
I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.
Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.
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 approached everything, my job, my family, my romances, with intensity.
Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.
I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.
I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
I had no romantic interest in Gable. I considered him an older man.