“I think there’s something peculiar about me that I haven’t died. It doesn’t make sense but I refuse to die.”

If I’m such a legend, then why am I so lonely? Let me tell you, legends are all very well if you’ve got somebody around who loves you.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.

I’m the original take-orders girl.

How strange when an illusion dies. It’s as though you’ve lost a child.

I’ve seen the ticket, and I still can’t believe it. When I see the money, I hope I don’t hit the floor.

If I am a legend, then why am I so lonely?

I was born in a lovely white house with a garden.

I try to bring the audience’s own drama – tears and laughter they know about – to them.

To let a fool kiss you is bad. To let a kiss fool you is worse. ‘Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

I can live without money, but I cannot live without love.

I was born at the age of twelve on an MGM lot.

I’ve always taken ‘The Wizard of Oz’ very seriously, you know. I believe in the idea of the rainbow. And I’ve spent my entire life trying to get over it.

Give the people what they want and then go have a hamburger.

When I die I have visions of fags singing ‘Over the Rainbow’ and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.

People en masse have always been wonderful to me. I truly have a great love for an audience. I want to give them two hours of just pow.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

I’m not afraid of death because I don’t believe in it. It’s just getting out of one car, and into another.

It’s liberty or it’s death. It’s freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody.

It is not difficult to avoid death, gentlemen of the jury; it is much more difficult to avoid wickedness, for it runs faster than death.

Someday death will take us to another star.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they’d die for.