The working men I'll go by and they'll whistle. At first they whistle because they think 'Oh it's a girl. She's got blond hair and she's not out of shape ' and then they say 'Gosh it's Marilyn Monroe!'
Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men frightened by their wives or sweeties would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.
I don't know if high society is different in other cities but in Hollywood important people can't stand to be invited someplace that isn't full of other important people. They don't mind a few unfamous people being present because they make good listeners.
I've always felt toward the slightest scene even if all I had to do in a scene was just to come in and say 'Hi ' that the people ought to get their money's worth and that this is an obligation of mine to give them the best you can get from me.
Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union they insist there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which in my book is a good definition for friendship.
I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night 'There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me dreaming of being a movie star.' But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest.
Some of my foster families used to send me to the movies to get me out of the house and there I'd sit all day and way into the night. Up in front there with the screen so big a little kid all alone and I loved it. I loved anything that moved up there and I didn't miss anything that happened and there was no popcorn either.