[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.
If I had any decency, I'd be dead. Most of my friends are.
Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.
Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.
[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?
Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.