Debbie Reynolds is as wistful as an iron foundry.
Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you’ll find the real tinsel underneath.
In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.
I played an unsympathetic part – myself.
Marriage is a triumph of habit over hate.
When I was young I looked like Al Capone, but I lacked his compassion.
Talent’s like a baby. Wrap it up in wool and it goes to sleep.
I don’t like to play the piano. It makes me too attractive.
My last picture for Warners was Romance on the High Seas. It was Doris Day’s first picture; that was before she became a virgin.
Self-pity – it’s the only pity that counts.
I could never have a mistress, because I couldn’t bear to tell the story of my life all over again.
When I appeared before the draft board examiner during World War II, he asked me if I thought I could kill. “I don’t know about strangers,” I replied, “but friends, certainly.”
I’m a concert pianist, that’s a pretentious way of saying I’m unemployed at the moment.
An epigram is only a wisecrack that’s played at Carnegie Hall.
Ballet is the fairies baseball.
Harpo, she’s a lovely person. She deserves a good husband. Marry her before she finds one.
George, if you had to do it all over, would you fall in love with yourself again?
I’m a self-made man. Who else would help?
I never read bad reviews about myself, because my friends invariably tell me about them.
A conductor should reconcile himself to the realization that regardless of his approach or temperament the eventual result is the same-the orchestra will hate him.