I don't mind anything that's written about me, as long as it's not true.
I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.
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.
[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good.
All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.