Picture of Gene Tierney

“He invited me to dinner one night and spent most of the evening telling me how much he still loved and missed Lombard, his third wife, killed in a plane crash during the war. He had gone to the scene of the wreckage and stood there for hours. He remembered how, after a quarrel, she had bribed a bellhop to sneak a pair of doves into his hotel room while he slept. Years later, hundreds of doves, descendants of the first two, filled the pens in Gable’s backyard”.

- Gene Tierney, Self Portait