“Love is nothing but a pain in the ass.”

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 want to remember it all, the good times and the bad times, the late nights, the boozing, the dancing into dawns, and all the great and not-so-great people I met and loved in those years.

I do everything for a reason. Most of the time the reason is money.

Maybe, in the final analysis, they saw me as something I wasn’t and I tried to turn them into something they could never be. I loved them all but maybe I never understood any of them. I don’t think they understood me.

Women’s liberation as a movement makes some valid points. But in the final analysis, it doesn’t matter who wears the pants – as long as there’s money in the pockets.

Fame gives you everything you never wanted.

Although no one believes me, I have always been a country girl and still have a country girl’s values.

I think the main reason my marriages failed is that I always loved too well but never wisely.

The truth is that the only time I’m happy is when I’m doing absolutely nothing. I don’t understand people who like to work and talk about it like it was some sort of goddamn duty. Doing nothing feel like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.

Fame and fortune does not mean anything if you don’t have a happy home.

I either write the book or sell the jewels. And I’m kinda sentimental about the jewels.

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 was never an actress — none of us kids at Metro were. We were just good to look at.

All I have going is my looks. When my beauty goes, I’m through.

Sex isn’t all that important, but it is when you love someone very much.