Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.

Mick Jagger moves like a parody between a majorette girl and Fred Astaire.

I knew Lee Harvey Oswald, and I knew Jack Kennedy. The odds against that-one person knowing all four of those men-must be astounding.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.

With one exception everybody who has ever been involved with me is still a great friend of mine.