Joan Crawford and Clark Gable on the set of Chained, photographed by Russell Ball, 1934
I was so glad when he married Carole; it was a perfect match. She was so right for him. They both hated anything phony, they both loved life so much… It was so awful, when she was killed in that plane crash. Clark came to me that night when he learned about it.
We didn’t make love—I just held him. He was drunk, he had to get drunk, and he cried like a baby, as though his life had ended, and maybe, in a way, it had.
Some of us, I know, like to tell white lies about our yesterdays. We romanticize our contemporaries—and give them a dimension they don’t deserve. But Clark Gable was all man—no myth created out of nostalgia. […] His manliness came out in so many ways—in the sudden eruption of boisterous laughter, in the capacity for competition, in the need for physical daring, in the total acceptance of life as tragedy and comedy, and in the exceptional ability to establish friendship beyond a thin smile and weak handshake. He had a zest for adventure that makes today’s obsession for easy-does-it security shameful. He was not afraid of life because he was too busy living.
Joan Crawford, 1967
Joan Crawford and Clark Gable in a publicity still for the Dancing Lady