“Petting is the study of the anatomy in braille.”

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.

I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.

I don’t mind growing old. If I have to go before my time, this is how I’ll go– cigarette in one hand, glass of scotch in the other.

And the news got worse. It appeared that there was this whole other person Jesus Christ whose birthday a lot of people tended to confuse with mine. I was personally outraged. It was a long time before I forgave the Lord for that.

I hate cheating. I won’t put up with it. I don’t do it myself.

What I’d really like to say about stardom is that it gave me everything I never wanted.

My trust in you is broken and I am plunged into despair for the animals.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms.

The people turn in allegiance to Humanity, as surely as water flows downward or as a wild animal takes cover in the wilderness.

A fox is subtlety itself.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

All war is a symptom of man’s failure as a thinking animal.

I think animal crackers make people think that all animals taste the same.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?