I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.

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

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.

You know those days when you get the mean reds?

You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

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.

Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion.