In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.

Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.

Throughout my career, I was to be cast as a frontier girl, an aristocrat, an Arabian, a Eurasian, a Polynesian, and a Chinese.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.

that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.

The strongest people find the courage and caring to help others, even if they are going through their own storm.

Wonder isn't about finding answers

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the livingbut not for my 5 cats

It’s easy to get sidetracked with thoughts that involve much money and precious things, but before you launch into that mode, reason well.

There's no more delicious irony on the face of the Earth than environmental protesters being led away in plastic handcuffs that have a biodegradability horizon line of, like, 40,000 years.

I woke up and one of us was crying.

I don't support communism. I don't like that type of government.

I don't know if I practiced more than anybody, but I sure practiced enough. I still wonder if somebody - somewhere - was practicing more than me.

I didn't have time to be anyone's muse... I was too busy rebelling against my family and learning to be an artist.

What is the difference between burning and gassing people in ovens and doing it to a whole nation out in the open?