At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent my 70th birthday? I put on a completely black face, a fuzzy black Afro wig, wore black clothes and hung a black wreath on my door.

Being called very, very difficult is the beginning of success. Until you're called very, very difficult you're really nobody at all.

I never said anything that was unprintable. Never said anything just for the sake of being startling.

Technicolor makes me look like death warmed over.

Don't you hate people who drink white wine? I mean, my dear, every alcoholic in town is getting falling-down drunk on white wine. They think they aren't drunks because they only drink wine. Never, never trust anyone who asks for white wine. It means they're phonies.

Home is where you go to when you've nowhere to go.

It is my last wish to be burried sitting up.