We were ensconced as guests of the exclusive Beverly Hilton Hotel, an edifice so swank that the fire ax in the hall outside our suite said: "In case of fire-break crystal."

Son of Lady Chatterley's Lover had obvious commercial advantages (as a title for this book), but it impugned the marital status of my parents, something that enough critics were already doing.

Poor people have more fun than rich people, they say; and I notice it's the rich people who keep saying it.

It was plain to see the Hollywood undertakers take care of everything. If you die you don't have to lift a finger.

The only non-believer I encountered was Oscar Levant who wouldn't visit Disneyland because he said he had his own hallucinations.

As I look back on my life, I see it as one long obstacle course with myself as the main obstacle.

... Variety and the Hollywood Reporter, two publications read more faithfully in Hollywood than the Koran is in Mecca.