The mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is.

I try and keep an open mind to peoples paths. The only thing that annoys me is negative poopy people and they come from all kinds of places. But I rarely have to deal with negative reactions.

Of course, personally, I think it'd be tacky to wear diamonds before I'm forty.

Thoughts rearrange, familiar now strange.

I knew damn well I would never be a movie star. It's too hard; and if you are intelligent, it's too embarrassing. My complexes aren't inferior enough: being a movie star and having a big fat ego are supposed to go hand-in-hand; actually, it's essential not to have any ego at all. I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try and get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego, tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.

I’ve got to do something about the way I look. I mean a girl just can’t go to Sing Sing with a green face.