Ann Sothern's dressing room...was unbelievably lush and beautiful. More elegant than many homes I've been in.

Smart writers never understand why their satires on our town are never successful. What they refuse to accept is that you can't satirize a satire.

In this life you can take poverty, you can take failure, you can take the big things; it's the little griefs that destroy you inside.

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

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.

In anger, you look ten years older.

Two of the cruelest, most primitive punishments our town deals out to those who have fallen from favor are the empty mailbox and the silent telephone.