There's only one way to work -- like hell.

It is my last wish to be burried sitting up.

Some young Hollywood starlets remind me of my grandmother's old farmhouse -- all painted up nice on the front side, a big swing on the backside, and nothing whatsoever in the attic.

People stood on their chairs, cheering and waving. And it was all for me! Waves of love flooded the stage and washed over me. I started to cry. The sweetness of such a moment is impossible to describe. One is both lover and beloved. ... I'd found the one true, enduring romance of my life.

I think I'll have a large order of prognosis negative.

I would take a bad script and a good director any day against a good script and a bad director.

If men found out how to give birth to children they'll never propose again.