That is sad until one recalls how many bad books the world may yet be spared because of the busyness of writers.

...I'm no longer the scales most lovers are, weighing the deeds and gifts and treasures proffered against those received or stolen from the other, trying always to bring into fatal balance two separate things.

I was never my own type so I completely missed my beauty all through my youth.

Television is now so desperately hungry for material that they're scraping the top of the barrel.

People have forgotten the effects of prohibition. We have become the United Statesof Amnesia.

If you are at the mercy of what they call print interviews and the mercy of people who write about you, they can always tell lies.

I’m exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.