"Then the bedroom: false lashes cut into wedges scattered everywhere. Squat jars of Erno Laszlo's Phelityl cream sealed with glossy black lids. Nightstands crammed with bottles of Jicky, Fracas, and Chanel; cigarette packs stacked by blue tins of Nivea cream. Heaps of Ferragamos tumbling from the closet. An unmade bed pushed to the wall and strewn with books -- The Little Prince, Freud's Psychopathology of Everyday Life, and Stanislavsky Directs. A telephone faced the headboard to hide her number from the riffraff. And a portrait of Abraham Lincoln pasted overhead like a rock star."
- James Haspiel, Marilyn Monroe's teenage admirer and friend










