I do everything for a reason. Most of the time the reason is money.
Deep down, I’m pretty superficial.
So this was where lust was satisfied. If I’d been an old-time miner I’d have asked for my gold nugget back.
I think the main reason my marriages failed is that I always loved too well but never wisely.
I’ve certainly never taken the care of myself that I should have. On the contrary. I’ve done a lot of late nights without enough sleep and all that. But I’ve had fun. Whatever wrinkles are there, I’ve enjoyed getting them.
I was never an actress – none of us kids at Metro were. We were just good to look at.
Elizabeth Taylor is not beautiful, she is pretty – I was beautiful.
Doing nothing feels like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.
Fame gives you everything you never wanted.
I hate cheating. I won’t put up with it. I don’t do it myself.
I don’t mind growing old. If I have to go before my time, this is how I’ll go – cigarette in one hand, glass of scotch in the other.
I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.
And the news got worse. It appeared that there was this whole other person Jesus Christ whose birthday a lot of people tended to confuse with mine. I was personally outraged. It was a long time before I forgave the Lord for that.
Fame and fortune does not mean anything if you don’t have a happy home.
I haven’t taken an overdose of sleeping pills and called my agent. I haven’t been in jail, and I don’t go running to the psychiatrist every two minutes. That’s something of an accomplishment these days.
After my screen test, the director clapped his hands gleefully and yelled: “She can’t talk! She can’t act! She’s sensational!”
For the loot, honey, for the loot.
He will always be my Sir Galahad.
I am deeply superficial.
The truth is, honey, I’ve enjoyed my life. I’ve had a hell of a good time.
When you have to face up to the fact that marriage to the man you love is really over, that’s very tough, sheer agony. In that kind of harrowing situation, I always go away and cut myself off from the world. Also, I sober up immediately when there is genuine bad news in my life; I never face it with alcohol in my brain. I just rented a house in Palm Springs and sat there and just suffered for a couple of weeks. I suffered there until I was strong enough to face it.