
Another year has gone by sans Marilyn. But we have her pictures, and we have her words. Somehow that will have to do.
A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.
Dogs never bite me. Just humans. Dreaming about being an actress is more exciting then being one.
Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.
Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.
I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful.
I've been on a calendar, but never on Time.
If I'd observed all the rules, I'd never have got anywhere.
It's all make believe, isn't it?
It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.
No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course. Happy Birthday, Marilyn.
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