I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.

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

Do you know what my ambition is in life? To be without ambition. As far back as I can remember I've been absolutely hag-ridden. I'd like to attain the state of mind that the Indians call Nirvana. That, for me, would happen if I were free of ambition.

In my lifetime I've been to bed with men, women, and odd pieces of furniture.

I have been absolutely hag-ridden with ambition. If I could wish to have anything in the world it would be to be free of ambition.

(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.

They aren't making mirrors like they use to.