I was so uncomfortable at a party recently when the conversation droned on about women who are constantly getting married. I was on the edge of my chair, close to squirming in embarrassment because I myself was guilty of four husbands. I finally leaned forward and squeaked, 'But one died!

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

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.

I went back to work because someone had to pay for the groceries.

I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

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.