|Born||Gene Eliza Tierney
November 19, 1920
Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
|Died||November 6, 1991
Houston, Texas, U.S.
|Cause of death||Emphysema|
|Resting place||Glenwood Cemetery|
|Education||St. Margaret’s School (Waterbury, Connecticut)
Unquowa School (Fairfield, Connecticut)
Brillantmont International School
Miss Porter’s School
|Children||Daria Cassini (1943-2010)
Christina Cassini (1948-2015)
We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.
Fonda and Gary Cooper had the best sense of timing of all the actors I knew.
Life is a little like a message in a bottle, to be carried by the winds and the tides.
For years it never occurred to me to question the judgment of those in charge at the studio.
I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.
I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's rewards, I was hungry for most of those 20 years.
What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.
I followed the same diet for 20 years, eliminating starches, living on salads, lean meat, and small portions.
Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.
Men are wonderful. I adore them. They always give you the benefit of the doubt.
My mother would not talk to me for weeks, would not stay under my roof for as long as I was married to Oleg.
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.
It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.
I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.
Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.
When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.
Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money.
I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.
In my early days in Hollywood I tried to be economical. I designed my own clothes, much to my mother's distress.
When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb.
It was the fashion of the time, still is, to feel that all actors are neurotic, or they would not be actors.
The main cause of my difficulties stemmed from the tragedy of my daughter's unsound birth and my inability to face my feelings.
Rehearsals and screening rooms are often unreliable because they can't provide the chemistry between an audience and what appears on the stage or screen.
Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.
Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.
I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.
Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.
Throughout my career, I was to be cast as a frontier girl, an aristocrat, an Arabian, a Eurasian, a Polynesian, and a Chinese.
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.
The word actress has always seemed less a job description to me than a title.
Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.
I was fortunate enough to work under directors who were, most of them, brilliant, emotional men.
There were days that I worked all the time, without a layoff, or a rest, finishing one picture and reporting for another sometimes on the same day.
I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.
As an actress, I was trained to show emotion I did not feel, or no emotion at all.
I had known Cole Porter in Hollywood and New York, spent many a warm hour at his home, and met the talented and original people who were drawn to him.
My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.
I'm not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy's charm, but he took life just as it came.
Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.
I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?
I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.
I am not the kind of woman who excuses her mistakes while reminding us of what used to be.