“I wouldn’t bother to describe me. I’m Eartha Kitt.”

Dr. Einstein was not successful in school, but he found something in the air from his own imagination and his own brain power, and look what he did.

I am the last of the Mohicans, the creme de la creme of cabaret.

Jewelry, to me, is a pain in the derriere, because you have to be watching it all the time.

Generally the whole entertainment business now is bland.

I used to love it when I walked down the street and construction workers would whistle.

I have to keep testing myself.

Even as a child, I found a way to survive.

I fight for other people better than I fight for myself.

In essence, I’m a sophisticated cotton picker.

I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold.

I see them in my audience all the time, with the fur coat, a woman whose hand is always out front, or the two fingers are on the cheek to show her diamond. I don’t have anything against that.

When the people who are responsible for our country ask you a direct question, I expect them to accept a direct answer, not to be blackballed because you are telling the truth.

My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.

Aging has a wonderful beauty and we should have respect for that.

We’re not thought of in terms of color because we are entertainers. We are there to entertain you not because we are black, white, pink, or green or gay or straight or because we are Catholic or Protestant.

Relationships can be rather uncomfortable for her. But, as Eartha Kitt, it’s fine. I can accept and reject any time I want to. Do I ever reject? Not really. Although people think I do!