I go wherever my fare is paid.

If you don't stay in some days, you can't recharge your batteries.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

Ask yourself, if there was to be no blame, and if there was to be no praise, who would I be then?

That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.

This woman did not fly to extremes; she lived there.

Vice is its own reward. It is virtue which, if it is to be marketed with consumer appeal, must carry Green Shield stamps.