I either write the book or sell the jewels. And I'm kinda sentimental about the jewels.

It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.

Sing me not a song; let me hear your recital of veneration and respect; this I will listen to over and over when I share your need of pleasing.

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.

I think the main reason my marriages failed is that I always loved too well but never wisely.

Because I was promoted as a sort of a siren and played all those sexy broads, people made the mistake of thinking I was like that off the screen. They couldn't have been more wrong

So this was where lust was satisfied. If I'd been an old-time miner I'd have asked for my gold nugget back.