I had more clothes than I had closets, more cars than garage space, but no money.

What have I got? No looks, no money, no education. Just talent.

Marilyn and I were rumored to be an item. We were friends. Nothing more. Marilyn was one of the sweetest creatures that ever lived.

I go to temple a lot less than I would like because when I do, people still look at me as if they think it's a publicity stunt.

I'd learned a lot in the Army. I knew that above all things in the world I had to become so big, so strong that people and their hatred could never touch me.

The garage has become more than just a place to park the car.