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 43,000 minutes in a month - can't you give me five?

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.

Life shouldn't be printed on dollar bills.

Sex is the poor man's polo.

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