Hollywood Gives A Young Girl The Aura

I Never Did Cheesecake; I Just Used My Hair.

I Wasn't A Sex Symbol, I Was A Sex Zombie.

Alan Ladd Was A Marvelous Person In His Simplicity. In So Many Ways We Were Kindred Spirits. We Both Were Professionally Conceived Through Hollywood's Search For Box Office And The Types To Insure The Box Office. And We Were Both Little People. Alan Wasn't As Short As Most People Believe. It Was True That In Certain Films Alan Would Climb A Small Platform Or The Girl Worked In A Slit Trench. We Had No Such Problems Together.

Hollywood Gives A Young Girl The Aura Of One Giant, Self-contained Orgy Farm, Its Inhabitants Dedicated To Crawling Into Every Pair Of Pants They Can Find.

There's No Doubt I Was A Bit Of A Misfit In The Hollywood Of The Forties. The Race For Glamour Left Me Far Behind. I Didn't Really Want To Keep Up. I Wanted My Stardom Without The Usual Trimmings. Because Of This, I Was Branded A Rebel At The Very Least. But I Don't Regret That For A Minute. My Appetite Was My Own And I Simply Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way.