Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.
He's the kind of man a woman would have to marry to get rid of.
I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing.
[On the metaphysical:] ... I knew in some marvelous way I had touched the hem of the unknown. And being me, I wanted to lift that hemline a little bit more.
Don't ever make the same mistake twice unless it pays.
The bite of existence did not cut into one in Hollywood ... Life elsewhere was real and slippery and struggled in the arms like a big fish dying in air.