I don't want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I'm dead.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

I hate a liar. Maybe because I'm such a good one myself, heh? Anyway, to find someone has told an out and out lie puts him on the other side of the fence from me for all time.

Types really don't matter. I have been accused of preferring blondes. But I have known some mighty attractive redheads, brunettes, and yes, women with grey hair. Age, height, weight haven't anything to do with glamour.

I don't want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I'm dead.

Disagreeing with the fervent patriotism of the Confederates: "I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen. . . . I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees are better equipped than we. . . . All we've got is cotton and slaves, and arrogance." "I seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy and cigars and dreams of victory."

Hell, if I'd jumped on all the dames I'm supposed to have jumped on, I'd have had no time to go fishing.