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.

The only reason they come to see me is that I know that life is great - and they know I know it.

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

I don't discuss women at all with anyone. There are good qualities in all women. Some may be lacking in some of these qualities and should have them. I'm liable to say so and hurt their feelings, and it wouldn't be meant that way at all.

I bring to a role everything I am, was and hope to be.

Working with Marilyn Monroe on The Misfits (1961) nearly gave me a heart attack. I have never been happier when a film ended.