When How Green Was My Valley finally wrapped, I thought John Ford was a walking god.
I really wanted to be an opera soprano.
As the 1960s began, a new breed of Hollywood leading lady was emerging. She was elegant, international, and wonderfully comedic.
Audiences in London called me the girl with the black cherry eyes.
How could you get angry with Jackie Gleason?
How could you have had such a wonderful life as me if there wasn't a God directing?
I am like many of the women I have played onscreen.
I dainty little lass I wasn't. I looked twice my age until I turned 10 or 11.
I didn't let anyone push me into things I didn't want to do where my career was concerned. So why did I crumble when it came to men?
I don't remember having a crush on a boy when I was a girl. I don't even remember my first kiss.
I grew up in the theater and danced ballet atrociously.
I had always been a tomboy - I still am, at heart.
I saw myself as Joan of Arc.
I spent a great deal of time with Che Guevara while I was in Havana. I believe he was far less a mercenary than he was a freedom fighter.
I'm really honestly terrified about how much I should tell and how much I should still keep secret.
I'm terrified about the day that I enter the gates of heaven and God says to me, just a minute.
My whole life was foretold to me. An old Romany gypsy read my fortune.
Some time ago, I told Larry King that I planned to live to be 102. I still do.
The Parent Trap gave my career another boost, starring in family comedies.
The Parent Trap wouldn't have been as special without the remarkable performances by Hayley Mills.
