Learn to breathe, learn to speak, but first... learn to feel.

When television killed comedy and love stories, the movie makers went in slugging. They offered the downbeat, the degenerate as competition. This seems to me to be a sad campaign for Hollywood to use to combat box office disaster.

Send me flowers while I'm alive. They won't do me a damn bit of good after I'm dead.

Nobody can imitate me. You can always see impersonations of Katharine Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. But not me. Because I've always drawn on myself only.

If you throw a lamb chop in the oven, what's to keep it from getting done?

Box-office poison? Mr. Louis B. Mayer always asserted that the studio had built Stage 22, Stage 24 and the Irving Thalberg Building, brick by brick, from the income on my pictures.

Care for your clothes, like the good friends they are