You had to stand in line to hate him.

No matter what you say about the town, and anything you say probably is true, there's never been another like it.

In anger, you look ten years older.

TV by and large has become a dime-store business so far as creativity and talent are concerned. The half-hour and sixty-minute series rattle off the production lines like cans of beans, with an occasional dab of ham inside.

I couldn't remember ever having seen a young man with such power, so many facets of expression, so much sheer invention as an actor.

In singing, what my voice lacked in quality it made up in volume.

Lucille Ball hates the color of her hair, too, and says `I should wear a sign on my chest saying I hate it, but Technicolor demands it.'