Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.

[On James Gould Cozzens' By Love Possessed:] It is a vast enterprise encompassing all sorts of love, except, naturally, those branches which extend to Jews, Negroes, and people who have lost track of their great-grandparents.

Scratch an actor and you'll find an actress.

I know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which has held billions and billions of human beings, not a single one ever had a happy ending.

The definition of eternity is two people and a ham.