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 “It was the fashion of the time, still is, to feel that all actors are neurotic, or they would not be actors.”
-Gene Tierney
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 ”Robert was sexy, dynamic, opinionated, extremely bright, witty, and stubborn as they come.  You either find that kind of man irresistible and exciting or you don’t understand him and can’t tolerate him for a moment.  And I’m no dainty violet either, in temperament or mouth. Believe me, I can be a bitch. So we deserved each other.” - Jane Russell answering the question of why she stayed in her often turbulent marriage to Robert Waterfield for as long as she did. They were married for 23 years, ending in a bitter divorce.  
I used to whizz down Sunset Boulevard in my open Kissel, with several red Chow dogs to match my hair. Clara Bow (via oldhollywoodstorybook)
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“When Ava Gardner gets in a taxi, the driver knows at once she’s Ava Gardner. It’s the same for Lana Turner or Elizabeth Taylor, but not for me. I’m never Grace Kelly, I’m always someone who looks like Grace Kelly.”
-Grace Kelly.
Some perfect wife I am. I’ve been married four times, divorced four times, have no children, and can’t boil an egg. Myrna Loy on her Hollywood nickname, “The Perfect Wife”  (via myrna-au-go-go)
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Frank Sinatra dreaded being alone, and so spent most nights surrounded by friends, insisting that they stay, and often greeting the dawn with them…He would break more dawns than most mortals. Each one was his triumph, the death of each night. He had survived yet another one. ‘He feels reborn in the morning light,’ his daughter Tina once attested. When horizons brightened, he exulted over the spoils of war. ‘Look at the colors!’ he would say, pointing bleary comrades toward thousands of sunrises. ‘What kind of blue would you call that?’ He called the tint of sky that offered him the most peace Five O’Clock Vegas Blue. Bill Zehme, The Way You Wear Your Hat
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