A well dressed woman, even though her purse is painfully empty, can conquer the world.

In my dreams I am not crippled. In my dreams, I dance.

After a person dies, his biographers feel free to give him a glittering list of intimate friends. Anecdotes are so much tastier spiced with expensive names.

Writing is 1 percent inspiration, and 99 percent elimination.

Love is a publicity stunt, and making love, after the first curious raptures, is only another petulant way to pass the time waiting for the studio to call.

A well dressed woman, even though her purse is painfully empty, can conquer the world.

The tragedy of film history is that it is fabricated, falsified, by the very people who make film history.