I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
Time is money. Wasted time means wasted money means trouble.
Any star can be devoured by human adoration, sparkle by sparkle.
My role models were Amelia Earhart and Eleanor Roosevelt, and my major crush was J. Edgar Hoover.
Politicians are actors, too, don't you think? Usually, if you like people and you're outgoing, not a shy little thing, you can do pretty well in politics.
I have one piece of advice for those of you who want to receive the Lifetime Achievement Award: Start early!
There's nothing like real love. Nothing.
When I was 14, I was the oldest I ever was. I've been getting younger ever since.
Long ago, I became more interested in the real world than in make-believe.
Men say, 'I've loved you since I was 7 years old,' and I say, 'Well, you never contacted me.' And very often women say, 'Do youuuuuu know what I have?' and I want to say, 'Yessssssss, I do.' Because inevitably the answer is, 'An original Shirley Temple doll.'
I was absolutely bathed in love. I was so young, starting at age 3, that working seemed very normal. I thought everybody went to work.
The U.N. acts as the world's conscience, and over eighty-five percent of the work that is done by the United Nations is in the social, economic, educational and cultural fields.
Make-believe colors the past with innocent distortion, and it swirls ahead of us in a thousand ways in science, in politics, in every bold intention.
I wanted to be in the FBI. I also wanted to be a pie salesman.
I've always been bossy.
I have always told anyone who would listen that I was available for more public service.
I hate that song 'Mr. Bojangles.' It drives me up the wall, since it's not about him at all. He was never a bum in jail.
I've been blessed with three wonderful careers: motion pictures and television, wife, mother and grandmother... and diplomatic services for the United States government.
I wanted to be the first girl in my class to get married. From the seventh grade on, I used to write in my yearbook under each senior's picture, 'married' or 'engaged.' I had marriage on the brain.
I had had enough pretend. I wanted to be in the real world.
