I'm not at my best when I moralize or philosophize. Logic is elusive, especially to one who so rarely uses it.

I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right.

In the theater lying is looked upon as an occupational disease.

Drink reacts on its practitioners in conflicting ways. One brave can knock off a quart of Scotch and look and act as sober as Herbert Hoover. Another, after three Martinis, makes two-cushion carroms off the chaise lounge as he attempts to negotiate the bathroom.

It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman.

[To the man who came up to her at a party and exclaimed effusively, 'Tallulah! I haven't seen you for 41 years!':] I thought I told you to wait in the car.

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