Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.
Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
I don't mind anything that's written about me, as long as it's not true.