Well, Whatever I Am, I Am The

All Little Girls Should Be Told They Are Pretty.

I Didn't Pay Much Attention To The Whistles And Whoops, In Fact, I Didn't Quite Hear Them. I Was Full Of A Strange Feeling, As If I Were Two People. One Of Them Was Norma Jeane From The Orphanage Who Belonged To Nobody; The Other Was Someone Whose Name I Didn't Know. But I Knew Where She Belonged; She Belonged To The Ocean And The Sky And The Whole World.

I Have Feelings Too. I Am Still Human. All I Want Is To Be Loved, For Myself And For My Talent.

All Girls Are Beautiful In Their Own Way

I Doubt If Any Doctor Could Recommend A More Nourishing Breakfast For A Working Girl In A Hurry.