“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.”

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.

Playing our parts. Yes, we all have to do that and from childhood on, I have found that my own character has been much harder to play worthily and far harder at times to comprehend than any of the roles I have portrayed.

You can lose everything but you can’t lose your talent!

I’ve been lucky. I’ll be lucky again.

Strong women only marry weak men.

In this business, until you’re known as a monster you’re not a star.

I wanted to be the first to win three Oscars, but Miss Hepburn has done it. Actually it hasn’t been done. Miss Hepburn only won half an Oscar. If they’d given me half an Oscar I would have thrown it back in their faces. You see, I’m an Aries. I never lose.

I would take a bad script and a good director any day against a good script and a bad director.

One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake.

You will never be happier than you expect. To change your happiness, change your expectation.

The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

Men of cold passions have quick eyes.

They all look better when we miss them. No one sees clearly with tears in their eyes.

Words alone mean little. Show me your eyes; that’s where I’ll decipher your truth from your lies.