GLORIA SWANSON

I was married when I was 17. I knew nothing. I was full of romance.

My sculpture is very personal; for years my subjects were family and close, close friends.

The English press treated the world premiere of my first talking picture as a major event.

The only time I ever went hunting I remembered it as a grisly experience.

One of the networks sent me a TV set to watch. I didn't care for the medium. It depressed me.

As Daddy said, life is 95 percent anticipation.

My mother and I could always look out the same window without ever seeing the same thing.

I've given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can't divorce a book.

From the first moment on the set I was consumed with curiousity about the technical side of shooting a sound picture.

We lived on the Key West Army Base. Key West for me was a tropical island paradise.

I had starred in more than 30 successful films, six in a row directed by Cecil B. De Mille.

The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me as perfectly foolish.

By the time I was 15, my mother had turned me into a real clotheshorse.

At 26 I felt myself a victim rather than a victor in the realm of pictures.

Nobody gets anything for nothing.

I doubted that there were Communists hiding behind every corporation desk and director's chair.

Fame was thrilling only until it became grueling. Money was fun only until you ran out of things to buy.

The first feminine feature that goes, with advancing age, is the neck.

Because I take care of my body, it doesn't look like the body of a woman of my years.

I was the first celebrity in pictures to be marrying a titled European.

If you're 40 years old and you've never had a failure, you've been deprived.

I consider anybody who weighs over 200 pounds fat, and time was when I could not refrain from telling such people so.

Much as I cared for Joseph Kennedy, he was a classic example of that person in the arts with lots of brains and drive but little taste or talent.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

The Sennett system of making pictures was actually fun. You never knew what the person next to you was going to do.