Writing the story of your own life is a bit like drilling your own teeth.
When I die, my epitaph should read: She Paid the Bills. That’s the story of […]
We lived on the Key West Army Base. Key West for me was a tropical […]
There was no place at all for me in my father’s military world.
The Sennett system of making pictures was actually fun. You never knew what the person […]
The Paramount executives were so pleased with Sunset Boulevard that they asked me to do […]
The only time I ever went hunting I remembered it as a grisly experience.
The major gossip columnists were more concerned with protecting the industry than with gunning down […]
The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me […]
The first feminine feature that goes, with advancing age, is the neck.