Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.

[Madame Nhu was] the Sandra Dee of South Vietnam. If I were cast on a desert island with her, I would quickly make friends with the natives.

Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.

My psychiatrist once said to me, 'Maybe life isn't for everyone'.

When I appeared before the draft board examiner during World War II, he asked me if I thought I could kill. "I don't know about strangers," I replied, "but friends, certainly."

In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.

Underneath this flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.