I cannot recall a more engaging passage in fiction, and I've been trying for almost eighteen seconds.

The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.

The worst disgrace that can befall a producer is an unkind notice from a New York reviewer. When this happens, the producer becomes a pariah in Hollywood. He is shunned by his friends, thrown into bankruptcy, and like a Japanese electing hara-kiri, he commits suttee.

There is such a thing as too much couth.

I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries.