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

Pray to God and say the lines.

What a fool I was to come to Hollywood where they only understand platinum blondes and where legs are more important than talent.

The only way you can become a legend is in your coffin

Success only breeds a new goal

My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.

I’ve lost my faith in science.

If everybody likes you, you’re pretty dull.

I may not have been wearing a mink coat, but I was traveling with a dog. That should have made you think I was an actress!

The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

I was the female Marlon Brando of my generation.

An affair now and then is good for a marriage. It adds spice, stops it from getting boring. I ought to know.

One can be respected with the truth in Hollywood just as much as anywhere else you know or else I wouldn’t have had a career.

I have been uncompromising, peppery, intractable, monomaniacal, tactless, volatile, and oftentimes disagreeable. I suppose I’m larger than life.

I do not regret one professional enemy I have made. Any actor who doesn’t dare to make an enemy should get out of the business.

I’d marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he’d be dead within a year.

I will not retire while I’ve still got my legs and my make-up box.

What’s needed today, now, more than ever, is ‘Star Peace’ for there is an ominous, mutual threat to all science fiction. It’s called ‘Twilight’. And it is really, really bad.

Bad laws are the worst sort of tyranny.

I see you try to hurt me bad. Don’t know what you’re up against. Maybe you should reconsider; come up with another plan. Cause you know I’m not that kinda girl. I’ll just get back up again.

The leader is always alone before bad fates.

These people really aim very badly.

Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.

The problem of vindicating an omnipotent and omniscient God in the face of evil is insurmountable. Those who claim to have surmounted it, by recourse to notions of free will and other incoherencies, have merely heaped bad philosophy onto bad ethics.

Bad news isn’t wine. It doesn’t improve with age.