I hate cheating. I won’t put up with it. I don’t do it myself.

I want to remember it all, the good times and the bad times, the late nights, the boozing, the dancing into dawns, and all the great and not-so-great people I met and loved in those years.

God knows I've got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.

I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.

When I lose my temper, honey, you can't find it any place.

After my screen test, the director clapped his hands gleefully and yelled: “She can't talk! She can't act! She's sensational!”

Elizabeth Taylor is not beautiful, she is pretty—I was beautiful.