I was the all-American face.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm an all-American girl.
I'm so proud to be American.
I was really upset because I was branded as an enemy alien when I'm an American.
All the American women had purple noses and gray lips and their faces were chalk white from terrible powder. I recognized that the United States could be my life's work.
I wanted to use my fame and this face that everyone knows so well to help uplift and inspire people around the world.
I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema.
I've never really been America's sweetheart, but for a minute I think that's what they wanted me to be.
During the Sixties, the Americans thought I was the greatest thing in the history of cinema.
I looked like an alien, and in front of the most beautiful people on TV.
I was the all-American face. You name it, honey - American Dairy Milk, Metropolitan Life insurance, McDonald's, Burger King. The Face That Didn't Matter - that's what I called my face.