For my money, insecurity, depression, etc, can be healed by way of El Morocco, sad songs at 4am, and the pop of a champagne cork

When you're dealing with your life, my God, you gotta tell the truth.

As a diabetic, I'm a walking picnic. I have to eat measured amounts of food at certain times.

Drama drama drama. The public wants it, so let them get the whole ugly mess. Why not?

And why not do something new every day of your life? Change! Change!

I always say, 'If you can't give a reason for the banana peel being in the alley, then don't have the comic slide over it.' Do you understand what I mean? First explain how the banana peel got there quickly. And then there's a reason for all the comedy.

I can't explain chemistry. I really can't. I haven't got a clue what it's all about. It just happens. It's like falling in love. You can't explain why you fall in love or explain why it's this particular person.