“I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.”

There may be a heaven, but if Joan Crawford is there, I’m not going.

I was thought to be “stuck up.” I wasn’t. I was just sure of myself.

Oh, don’t let’s ask for the moon. We’ve already got the stars.

I didn’t forget your breakfast. I didn’t bring your breakfast. Because you didn’t eat your din-din.

A sure way to lose happiness, I found, is to want it at the expense of everything else.

One can make more enemies as a female with a brain, I think.

You know what I’m going to have on my gravestone? ‘She did it the hard way.’

If everyone likes you, you’re not doing it right.

Everybody has a heart. Except some people.

If everybody likes you, you are not a very interesting person.

You’ve got to know someone pretty well to hate them.

Good actors I’ve worked with all started out making faces in a mirror, and you keep making faces all your life.

I’ve always liked men better than women.

You should never say bad things about the dead, you should only say good, Joan Crawford is dead. Good.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains, the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.

Your euphoric eyes hold me hostage.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Success? I don’t know what that word means. I’m happy. But success, that goes back to what in somebody’s eyes success means. For me, success is inner peace.

There won’t be anyone else. I can tell you that right now. Your eyes show me that you don’t believe that just yet. Even if it takes me months or years. I’ll make you believe it so.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

Empaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.

Listening and empathizing will enable you to look past fake smiles and dive deeper into the pain in their eyes.