I Don't Think In Business

From The Moment I Was Six I Felt Sexy. And Let Me Tell You It Was Hell, Sheer Hell, Waiting To Do Something About It.

Some Young Hollywood Starlets Remind Me Of My Grandmother's Old Farmhouse -- All Painted Up Nice On The Front Side, A Big Swing On The Backside, And Nothing Whatsoever In The Attic.

You've Got To Know Someone Pretty Well To Hate Them.

The Out-of-work Actor Wears Out More Than Shoe Leather. The Very Sensibilities That Make Him An Artist Are Shattered By The Disregard He Is Shown As A Human Being.

Brought Up To Respect The Conventions, Love Had To End In Marriage. I'm Afraid It Did.