[To the critic who wrote a negative review:] I am sitting in the smallest room of the house. Your review is before me. Soon it will be behind me.

My father warned me about men and booze but he never said anything about women and cocaine.

There is less in this than meets the eye.

My progress reminded me of the horses in The Whip. They raced at the limit of their speed directly toward the audience. But they raced on a treadmill which canceled out their progress.

Of course cocaine is not adictive, darling. I should know, I've been doing it for years.

I have enemies I've never met - that's fame.

I've tried several varieties of sex. The conventional position makes me claustrophobic, and the others either give me a stiff neck or lockjaw.