Douglas: (on his relationship with his father, Douglas Fairbanks Senior) I will confess that my father was never a father to me. He was more like an older brother. We were very, very shy of each other. He was very undemonstrative. There was never an embrace or a hug. And he was never around, he'd disappear for months on end. He'd never remember birthdays or Christmases. Occasionally, we'd meet in some hotel room, and he'd say, 'Hello,' and I'd say, 'Hello,' and that was that. It was only a few years before he died, in 1939, that we became friends. We even took a trip together and got to know each other a little better.