Most women use more brains picking a horse in the third at Belmont than they do picking a husband.
You spend a good part of your adult life acquiring things: building a home, filling it with objects that please your eye and make you feel comfortable. Then you spend the last part of your life trying to figure out how to get rid of it all.
Life is not what you expected it to be.
Each time a friend dies, the present becomes the past, in an instant.
In the world of relationships, possibly the most complicated, uncommon, hard to find, hard to keep and most rewarding has got to be friendship.
I’m crazy enough to believe in taking chances in every way, in making choices and gambling with your life. That’s the kind of gambling I believe in.
I’ll miss Hollywood. Of the twenty friends I thought I had, I’ll miss the six I really had.
Isn’t hope an incredible, a wonderfully demented thing?
The purity of Jewish upbringing – the restrictions that one carries through life being a ‘nice Jewish girl’ – what a burden.
I like to work with really good professional people – anyone with real talent.
Howard Hawks said he’d like to put me in a film with Cary Grant or Humphrey Bogart. I thought, “Cary Grant-terrific! Humphrey Bogart-yucch.”
I am not a wealthy woman. I wish to hell I was, but I never had a wealthy man.
Remember what Bogie and my mother both used to say: ‘Character is the most important thing. All that matters is character!’
God if the press ever quoted anyone correctly it would be brilliant.
After the age of 30 in the movie profession, you’re pretty well over as far as the casting people are concerned.
They think actors are freaks – that we’re a lot of drunks who party all the time and never work. Well, I for one work my tail off.
The biggest misconception people have about me is that I’m in control of every situation. I’m rarely in control of any situation.
His attention span was not long, shall we say?
I always brought up my children not to believe in Mothers Day gifts, and now I regret it.
Young people, even in Hollywood, ask me, ‘Were you really married to Humphrey Bogart?’ ‘Well, yes, I think I was,’ I reply.