I never posed as a saint. I would have slept with a man for nothing if I liked him well enough.

I had a probing mind and an elephant memory.

If I wanted pity, I got it because I'm illegitimate. And when I didn't want it I was mean and nasty.

I could always open shows, perform through the middle, and close shows.

I could depend a lot on my shaking, though I never shimmied vulgarly and only to express myself.

There is a great supply of amateur undertakers in show business.

Twenty-five years is a long time for a girl to live out of a trunk, and after looking over a few houses, I fell in love with one in Southwest Los Angeles.