I felt as if I had attended the funeral of someone I didn't know.

The worst thing about movie-making is that it's like life: nobody can go back to correct the mistakes.

Movies are so rarely great art that if we cannot appreciate great trash we have very little reason to be interested in them.

Economy, speed, nervousness, and desperation produce the final wasteful, semi-incoherent movies we see.

In San Francisco, vulgarity, "bad taste," ostentation are regarded as a kind of alien blight, an invasion or encroachment from outside. In Los Angeles, there is so much money and power connected with ostentation that is no longer ludicrous: it commands a kind of respect. For if the mighty behave like this, then quiet good taste means that you can't afford the conspicuous expenditures, and you become a little ashamed of your modesty and propriety.

I’m frequently asked why I don’t write my memoirs. I think I have.

Her only flair is in her nostrils.