You can never predict what little things in the way somebody looks or talks or acts will set off peculiar emotional reactions in other people.

Maybe the reason my memory is so bad is that I always do at least two things at once. It's easier to forget something you only half-did or quarter did.

When the Woolworth's-Hot-Fudge-Sundae switch goes on, then I know I really have something.

If everybody's not a beauty, then nobody is

I learned that you actually have more power when you shut up.

During the '60s, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be. And I don't think they've ever remembered. I think that once you see emotions from a certain angle you can never think of them as real again. That's what more or less has happened to me. I don't really know if I was ever capable of love, but after the '60s I never thought in terms of 'love' again.

Perception precedes reality.