Marilyn quotes

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=90 BGCOLOR="#BF0000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" bgproperties="fixed" background="045005a0dvldal.gif"> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Scent of Marilyn"><U><I><B>home</B></I></U></A><I><B>     | </B></I><I><B> </B></I><I><B> </B></I><I><B>  </B></I><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FF66CC" FACE="Arial" ><I><B>Scent of Marilyn</B></I></FONT></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#BF0000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <I><B>Marilyn quotes</B></I><I><B> </B></I></div> <div> <B><IMG SRC="498bcf50.jpg" border=0 width="188" height="245" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> </td> <td valign="top" height=390 BGCOLOR="#BF0000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Noone seems to be honest or sincere anymore. They all want chunks out of me.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6e5b4e40.jpg" border=0 width="180" height="228" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The questions often tell more about the interviewer than the answers do about me.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                     <IMG SRC="637f1240.jpg" border=0 width="241" height="292" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">One woman asked me once how long I thought a whale could remain submerged before it would die. Since I hadn't the faintest idea, and any guess I might make could look ridiculous in print, I asked her why she wanted me to answer such a strange question. "It's a kind of intelligence test", she said. I wondered whose intelligence was at stake: hers or mine..</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Maybe you're not supposed to believe what people say. Maybe it's not even fair to them.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It's nice to be included in people's fantasies, but you also like to be accepted for your own sake.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I think when you're famous, every weakness is exaggerated.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Everyone should get out of their house once in a while; not just sit around with their socks on!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">As long as one is alive, one can be vital.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The only thing one wants most in life is usually something basic that money can't buy.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't like unfair criticism at any time. I feel that some of the criticism has been unfair.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Dogs never bite me. Just humans.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>             <IMG SRC="639f0c00.jpg" border=0 width="240" height="192" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="63b91cd0.jpg" border=0 width="145" height="205" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The least I can do is give them the best they can get from me.</B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>About men and about her husbands:</U></B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm not going to date any jerks the studio tells me to date. There isn't a descent man in Hollywood. They're all out for one thing. They don't even bother romancing you. Some of them are good looking and they think that's enough. To hell with that. I don't care for a man who's good looking.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Don't most women dress for men?</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6cac8000.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="256" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Any girl who resents whistles, should live in a desert island.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A formal education is never a basic cause for a marital problem. It is the emotional background that matters.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">When you love a man and tell him you're going to have his child and he runs out on you, that's something a woman can never get over (about her mother).</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A sense of humor is a wonderful help as far as I'm concerned in seizing up a man's personality.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Those big tough guys are so sick. They aren't even all that tough! They're afraid of kindness and gentleness and beauty. They always want to kill something to prove themselves.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't mind living in a men's world, as long as I can be a woman in it!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It's a woman's spirit and mood a man has to stimulate in order to make sex interesting. The real lover is the man who can thrill you by touching your hand or smiling  into your eyes or just staring into space.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm a failure as a woman. My men expect so much of me because of the image they have made of me and that I have made of myself</B></I></div> <div> <I><B>      as a sex symbol. Men expect so much and I can't live up to it. They                    </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>       expect bells to ring and whistles to whistle, but my anatomy is the </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>       same as any other woman's.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I've noticed that men generally leave married wome alone and treat them with respect. It's too bad for married women! Men are always ready to respect someone who bores them. And if most married women - even the pretty ones -  look so dull, it's because they're getting too much respect.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Who said nights are for sleep..</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A woman knows when a man's in love with her- before a man has even a clue about it.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Husbands are usually good lovers - when they're cheating their wives.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">One of the things I like best about men is that they're a little vulnerable.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Wouldn't it be nice to be like men and get notches in your belt and sleep with the most attractive men and not get emotionally involved?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">You fellas are always whistling at sweater girls. Well, take off their sweaters and what have you got?!</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                <IMG SRC="63fbfee0.jpg" border=0 width="191" height="238" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="64199ef0.jpg" border=0 width="153" height="239" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I find Nehru very attractive. He's a thinking man.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes or by just staring into space.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A woman can't be alone. She needs a man. A man and a woman support and strengthen each other. She just can't do it by herself.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Men who think that a woman's past love affaires lesses her love for them, are usually stupid and weak. A woman can bring new love to each man she loves, provided they're not too many.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">What good is it being a sex-star if it drives your man away?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About jealousy:) It's like salt on a stake. All you need is a little bit of it</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The Englishmen were supposed to be so nice, but they treated me like a freak, a sex freak. Gosh! Don't they have any women in England?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About the idea of marrying Prince Rainier of Monaco:) Give me two days alone with him, and of course he'll want to marry me!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                 <IMG SRC="6433dc30.jpg" border=0 width="317" height="195" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Why must I always be the aggressor with the men I want? Then as soon as I get them, nothing ever works out. Is this the cross I must bear for fame? To be a love symbol and not be loved?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">How can I say? I'm not thinking of marrying at the moment. I do want to get married and have children some day, that's for sure, but I'll cross the career-marriage bridge when I get to it.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I wanted a husband and my career. I guess no husband wants to live in the shadow of his wife's fame. Noone wants to beknown as "Mr. Marilyn Monroe".</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Jose Bolanos isn't at all handsome. None of my men are.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The chief drawback with men is that they're too talkative. I don't mean intellectual men who are full of information and ideas about life. It's always a delight to hear such men because they're not talking boastfully. The over-talkative men who bother me are the ones who talk about themselves. Sometimes they confine themselves to plain, uninterrupted boasting. They'll sit for an hour telling you how smart they are and how stupid everyone else around them is. Sometimes they don't even boast, but they give you an inside on what they like to eat and where they've been for the last five years.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">When I sit at a table with a man, I don't think much of what I'm eating..</B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>About her first husband,James Dougherty:</U></B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">My marriage didn't make me sad, but it didn't make me happy either. My husband and I hardly spoke to each other. This wasn't because we were angry. We had nothing to say. I was dying of boredom.</B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>About her second husband, Joe Di Maggio:</U></B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">He thought I was the best woman there was, but he never believed I could act.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Joe doesn't think any man can love me except him. He's my best friend in the world. I don't want to lose him.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Joe sweeps you off your feet without even trying.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Joe hated all my clothes. He said they were too tight and they attracted the wrong kind of attention. When I told him I had to dress like I did, that it was part of my job, he just said I should quit.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I was surprised to be so crazy about Joe. I expected a flashy New york sports type, and instead I met this reserved type who didn't make a pass at me right away. He treated me like I was something very special. Joe is a very descent man, and he makes other people feel descent too.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I think Joe has the grace and beauty of a Michelangelo. He moves like a living statue. i find him very attractive.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Joe is the moodiest man I have ever met.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Me and Joe had lots of good times but we always ended up fighting.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I wasn't Mrs. Di Maggio anymore, but he still wanted me to be his girl.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">In the days of the silent movies, me and Joe would have made a great couple.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">When I married Joe, I wan't sure of why I married him, I had too many fantasies of becoming a housewife.</B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>About her third husband, Arthur Miller:</U></B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">This is the first time I think I've been really in love. Arthur is a very serious man, but has a wonderful sense of humor. We laugh and joke a lot. I'm mad about him.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Arthur likes me plump.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I think Arthur secretly likes dumb blondes. Never had one before me. Some help he is!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Arthur was the only "brain" who liked me for me.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Miller was going to make my life different, better, a lot better..</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Mr. Miller is a wonderful man and a great writer, but it didn't work out that we should be husband and wife.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Should I do my next picture (Some Like It hot) or stay home and try to have a baby again? That's what I really want most of all, the baby, I guess, but maybe God is trying to tell me something, I mean with my pregnancy. I'd love my child to death. I want it, yet I'm scared. Arthur says he wants it, but he's losing his enthusiasm. He thinks I should do the picture.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Arthur and I are finished. Arthur saw the demon in me.</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>About Yves Montand:</U></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">When he sings, he moves his body in the most erotic way. He's wonderful.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Doesn't Yves look like Joe?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">We did it! It was so natural, like we were made for each other.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">He said the idea of leaving his wife (Simone Signoret) was ridiculous!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About Signoret's comments on Marilyn's and Yves' short affair:) I don't care what she says. I think it's their problem.</B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><U>About herself and some of her friends and "friends":</U></B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">In New York I learnt to make friends. Before I never had any friends, only conquests. I didn't have the time to find real friends, I was being looked at, had no chance to look.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I was never told what to read and nobody ever gave anything to read.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I have feelings too, I am still human. All I want is to be loved for myself and for my talent.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I think that beauty and femininity are ageless.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I consider Jane Russel to be one of the sweetest persons I've ever met and I'm happy to call her my friend.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I like a quiet evening with someone whose personality and conversation intrigues me.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Ever notice that " what the hell" is always the right decision?!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About Sadie Thompson from "Rain":) She was a girl who knew how to be gay even when she was sad. And that's important, you know?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I like animals. If you talk to a dog or a cat, it doesn't tell you to shut up.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About leaving her prints in front of Grauman's Chinese:) I suggested that Jane Russell leaned over the wet cement and that I sat down on it and we could leave our prints that way, but my idea was vetoed.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About photographer Milton Greene:) One of the things that makes him such an artist is his sensitivity, his sense of introspection. It was the first time I didn't have to pose. He gave me time to think, but his camera was constantly working away.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                           <IMG SRC="6461ff80.jpg" border=0 width="287" height="248" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B>                               </B></I><I>Marilyn and Milton Greene</I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About M. Greene, when she first met him:) Why, he's just a boy!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(Again about M. Greene:) I met Milton two days before he got married. When I heard about it, I was very sad.. but only for about five minutes!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I like actors very much, but to marry one would be like marrying your brother. You look too much alike in the mirror.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I have a terrible time with numbers.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">One of the things about leaving Hollywood and coming to New York and attending the Actors' Studio, is that I feel I can afford to be more myself. After all, if I can't be myself, who can I be I would like to know.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It might be kind of relief to be finished. It's sort of like you don't know what kind of yard dash you're running, but when you're at the finish line and you sort of sigh - you've made it!- you realize you never have. You have to start all over again.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                             <IMG SRC="648db350.jpg" border=0 width="219" height="309" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Even now, the stammering comes back sometimes, when I'm nervous or overexcited.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Best in the world fits between the arms.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't consider myself an intellectual. And this is not one of my aims. But I admire intellectual people.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't digest things with my mind. If I did, the whole thing wouldn't work. Then, I'd just be kind of an intellectual, and that I'm not interested in.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">How I wished I had a dad.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I know only that I was born and that I'm still living. That's what I know.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A sex symbol becomes a thing. And I just hate to be a thing. But if I'm going to be a symbol of something, I'd rather have it sex than some other things we've got symbols of! After all, it's a responsibility - being a symbol, I mean.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I do consciously think what I'm thinking about!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Even though I was born in LA, I still can't find one good thing to say about it. If I close my eyes and picture LA, all I see is one big varicose vein.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About singing for the troops in Korea:) Standing in the snowfall, facing all these yelling soldiers, I felt for the first time in my life no fear of anything. I felt only happy.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">These who know me better, know me better.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm nobody's slave and never have been.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">There's only one sort of natural blonde on earth: albinos.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About her bedroom voice:) I don't talk in the bedroom because I live alone.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">If you think something sexy, the voice just naturally goes along.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">JFK doesn't look like a President. He's too young.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I've never dropped anyone I believed in.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't mind making jokes, but i don't want to look like one.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm going to learn French. It sounds like more fun than English.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">You would think all other women kept their bodies in vaults!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">A lot has been written about what I do with my fanmail: that I strew it about the floor, then walk about over it in my bare feet. Silly, isn't it? I do with my fanmail exactly what it is intended for: I read it to learn how I'm doing.  Fan letters can add more than a little to one's knowledge of human nature. That's something every actress must know a lot about if she's really going to build the character she is to play.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                         <IMG SRC="64bcfd00.jpg" border=0 width="207" height="208" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I've never been a nightclubber. When I work, I never go out.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The California climate is wonderful, but I love to see the seasons.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                       <IMG SRC="64e03650.jpg" border=0 width="259" height="357" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I want to grow old without face-lifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I've made. Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know yourself.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't want to get old. I want to stay like I am.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">When my face goes, my body goes, I'll be nothing, nothing..all over again.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="736bd120.jpg" border=0 width="189" height="274" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Creativity has got to start with humanity, and when you're a human being, you feel, you suffer..</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I've often stood silent at a party for hours, listening to my movie idols turn into dull and little people.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It has gotten me into trouble telling the truth, I mean. When I get into trouble being direct and I try to pull back, people think I'm coy.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Jerry Lewis wished me luck and told me that the most important thing for me was not to be nervous. I think he felt that. What counts isn't what he said to me, but how sincere he was.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About travelling:) No matter where I'm gone or why, it always ends up that I never see anything.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6cc960d0.jpg" border=0 width="150" height="269" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I>Marilyn flying to Mexico,summer 1962</I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About what should be engraved on her grave:) "Here lies Marilyn Monroe, 38 - 23 - 26!, or rather: Here lays Marilyn Monroe!".</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Gee! How long can you be sexy?</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">How do you fight anxiety? First of all, by concentrating on something else. At the Method it's called: "putting in order". Instead of thinking "I'm an old ham", I start asking myself "Why is Gable looking at me that way? He must have his reasons". And so on.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I feel stronger if the people around on the set love me, care for me, and hold good thoughts for me. It creates an aura of love and I feel I can give a better performance.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6ceb7130.jpg" border=0 width="183" height="275" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I never intentionally mean to hurt anyone, but you can't be too nice to the people you work withm else they will trouble you to death.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I am trying to prove to myself that I am a person. Then maybe I'll convince myself that I'm an actress.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm not what you'd call a TV fan.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">If I can't be a mother, I'd better be an actress. I have to be something, And whatever it is, I'm going to be good at it!</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="738128c0.jpg" border=0 width="274" height="396" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't envy housewives. I don't envy their lives. I don't even want their problems. And I don't want my own problems either!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I feel different about a child now. It's one of the things I dream of.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6d0dd000.jpg" border=0 width="221" height="256" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">     <IMG SRC="6d1f4e70.jpg" border=0 width="244" height="231" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I have never been very good at being a member of any group - more than a group of two, that is.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Very few of my friends know I can play the piano.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">36 is great when kids 12 to 17 still whistle. What would I do if the whistlng ever stopped? I'd probably just work at it harder.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I'm interested in all the Arts, I'm even interested in people.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">You know, I like playing around in the garden. It's sort of fun. All there is work and there's love.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I've always had a talent for making everything grow.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6d4ce120.jpg" border=0 width="206" height="274" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">The one thing I hate more than anything else is being used!</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">It's amazing how much a person's mind has a capacity for recalling.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">When I started out in the movies, I used to go to night school. The headmistress didn't know who I was and couldn't understand why boys from other classes sometimes popped their heads through the door during a class to look at me and whisper. One day, she decided to ask my classmates, who told her I acted inmovies. She said: "And I took her for a young girl straight out of a convent!". That's one of the biggest compliments I've ever been paid.</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>                 <IMG SRC="6d2c72e0.jpg" border=0 width="199" height="302" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About her being late all the time:) I have a reputation of always being late. Well, I don't think I'm late all the time. People just remember the times I come in too late. Besides, I really don't think I can go as fast as other people. They get into their cars, they run into each other, they never stop. I don't think mankind was intended to be like machines. Besides, it's a great waste of time - you get more done doing it more sensibly, more leisurely. I f I have to get to the studio, to rush through the hairdo and the make-up and the clothes, I'm all worn out by the time I have to do a scene. </B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">( About her walk:) I've never deliberately done anything about the way I walk. I just wa;k to get there. I wasn't deliberate about it in the picture "Niagara", where people say i walk all wigglu and wobbly. I don't know what they mean. I just walk. I've never wiggled deliberately in my life but all my life I've had trouble with people who say I do wiggle deliberately. In high school the other girls would ask me,"Why do you walk down the hall THAT way?". I guess the boys must have been watching me and it made the other girls mad - but I said, "I don't know what you mean". I learnt to walk when I was 10 months old and I've been walking this way ever since..".</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I don't know what they mean by "horizontal walk". Naturally I know what walking means - anybody knows that- and horizontal means not vertical. So what?</B></I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="6d7d52e0.jpg" border=0 width="213" height="302" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="6e788370.jpg" border=0 width="136" height="311" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">I use walking to get me around..</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">Fame is fickle and I know it. I'd rather rely on myself.</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(In response to Joan Crawford:) Although I don't know Miss Crawford very well, she was a symbol to me of kindness and understanding to those who need help. At first, all I could think was why should she select me to blast? She's a great star..I'm just starting. And when the first hurt began to die down, I told myself she must have spoken impulsively, without thinking..</B></I></div> <div> <I><B><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="Symb075c002a00f0cc66ff00.gif" HEIGHT="16" WIDTH="24" ALIGN="bottom" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">(About Marlon Brando:) I read recently that before Joe, I had had a secret romance with Marlon Brando. That's not true either. I have met Marlon and I like him both as a person and as an actor. I think he is one of the finest actors on screen. I have been receiving letters from teenagers who adore Marlon, suggest that I play in a picture with him. Maybe I'll forward these to Zanuck.</B></I></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>