I was making love to a man, a man I hardly even know. He was kissing the face off me and I was kissing the face off him. And I found it highly satisfactory.

In its heyday, Hollywood reflected, if it did not actually produce, the sexual climate of our land.

I always think that the most delightful thing about traveling is to always be running into Americans and to always feel at home.

If Hollywood hadn't existed, Elinor Glyn would have had to invent it.

It's true that the French have a certain obsession with sex, but it's a particularly adult obsession. France is the thriftiest of all nations; to a Frenchman sex provides the most economical way to have fun. The French are a logical race.

From early Colonial days, sex life in America had been based on the custom of men supporting women. That situation reached its heyday in the Twenties when it was easy for any dabbler in stocks to flaunt his manhood by lavishing an unearned income on girls. But with the stock-market crash, men were hard put even to keep their wives, let alone spend money on sex outside the home. The adjustment was much easier on women than on men, who jumped out of windows in droves, whereas I can't recall a single headline that read: KEPT GIRL LEAPS FROM LOVE NEST.

A kiss on the hand may feel very, very good, but a diamond and sapphire bracelet lasts forever.