Men are climbing to the moon, but they don’t seem interested in the beating human heart.

Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)

Doing a scene is like opening a bottle. If it doesn't open one way, try another - perhaps even give it up for another bottle?

I like actors very much, but to marry one would be like marrying your brother. You look too much alike in the mirror.

I’ve given pure sex appeal very little thought. If I had to think about it I’m sure it would frighten me.

I think that when you are famous every weakness is exaggerated.

It's a terrible thing to be lonesome, especially in the middle of a crowd.