If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

One night some short weeks ago, for the first time in her not always happy life, Marilyn Monroe's soul sat down alone to a quiet supper from which it did not rise.

There are two kinds of marriages, Benny — where the husband quotes the wife, or where the wife quotes the husband.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

It's the Twentieth Century ... no more miracles.

Sex is the poor man's polo.

Music is the great cheer-up in the language of all countries.