While I am rehearsing a play, I try to read nothing that might distract my concentration from the work in progress.

With two leftover husbands to account for, my wicked soul has just about shriveled and died

If I have to climb to heaven on a ladder, I shall decline the invitation.

So many people have really wanted to die. They seem ashamed to say so. I think it would help if they would say so

I'd stand in line for Confession with old people and little kids, and as the line moved up and it was getting closer to my turn, I knew that when I got into the box I would lie! Again!

I'm glad I am a woman who once danced naked in the Mediterranean Sea at midnight.

I cannot sustain hate for longer than a couple of years.