No man worth his salt, no man of spirit and spine, no man for whom I could have any respect, could rejoice in the identification of Tallulah's husband. It's tough enough to be bogged down in a legend. It would be even tougher to marry one.

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.

Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time.

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

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

A Republican. A Republican. That's worse than being a goddamned Communist!

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.