[on meeting Marlene Dietrich, c.1943] I met her in the hall by the makeup rooms at MGM when mom was introducing herself. I thought she was tall and overwhelming in her gold costume. It was really a fabulous outfit; even her face was gold painted. I shook her hand but I didn't know what to say to her and so I asked Mom, "Can we go now?" Even then, I was unimpressed by 'celebrity'
