I Like Michael Buble.

In The Press, My Sex Life Was Something Else Again. I Was Lady Bountiful Of The Sheets. Some Of The Best Fiction Of The Sixties Was Written About My Amorous Adventures With An Assortment Of Lovers Who Could Have Only Been Chosen By A Berserk Random Sampler.

Killing An Animal To Make A Coat Is Sin. It Wasn't Meant To Be, And We Have No Right To Do It.

The Succession Of Cheerful, Period Musicals I Made, Plus Oscar Levant's Widely Publicized Remark About My Virginity, Contributed To What Has Been Called My "image", Which Is A Word That Baffles Me. There Never Was Any Intent On My Part Either In My Acting Or In My Private Life To Create Any Such Thing As An Image.

Would You Believe, I Am Still Offered Scripts And Projects All The Time?

If I Can Do It, You Can Do It. Anybody Can.