A woman in love can't be reasonable - or she probably wouldn't be in love.

Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .

I enjoyed the courtroom as just another stage but not so amusing as Broadway.

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.

In my long and colorful career, one thing stands out: I have been misunderstood.

all pleasures should be taken in great leisure and are worth going into in detail; love is not like eating a quick lunch with one's hat on.

She's the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success wrong by wrong.