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.

Will TV kill the theater? If the programs I have seen, save for "Kukla, Fran and Ollie," the ball games and the fights, are any criterion, the theater need not wake up in a cold sweat.

It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.

If I were well behaved, I'd die of boredom.

If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.

I have been tight as a tick! Fried as a mink! Stiff as a goat!

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