I hope I'll die on stage at the age at 105, playing Peter Pan.

It seems there's just no room left for elegance in this paper-plate, blue-jean world. And I, for one, think it's a shame.

The main problem in marriage is that, for a man, sex is a hunger-like eating. If the man is hungry and can't get to a fancy French restaurant, he'll go to a hot dog stand. For a woman, what's important is love and romance.

One puzzling thing about men -- they allow their sex instinct to drive them to where their intelligence never would take them.

I married first, won the Oscar before Olivia (sister Olivia de Havilland) did, and if I die first, she'll undoubtedly be livid because I beat her to it!

My sister is a very peculiar lady. When we were young, I wasn't allowed to talk to her friends. Now I'm not allowed to talk to her children, nor are they permitted to see me. This is the nature of the lady. Doesn't bother me at all.

[On her troubled relationships with her daughters:] You can acquire enemies. Why give birth to them?