For a few minutes, everything is so cute that the mind reels.... And then, believe it or not, things get worse. So I shot myself.

I can't talk about Hollywood. It was a horror to me when I was there and it's a horror to look back on. I can't imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn't even refer to the place by name. ''Out there,'' I called it.

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people He gives it to.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.