Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.

A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.

I might repeat to myself . . . a list of quotations from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.

Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.

[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.

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