“The world’s all full of thoughts about wars and space, and tragedies to the world. That’s what writers are thinking about because that’s what the world is thinking about.”

Success is built on disappointment, and disappointment is inherent in all success.

The act of sex, gratifying as it may be, is God’s joke on humanity. It is man’s last desperate stand at superintendency.

It’s true we don’t know what we’ve got until its gone, but we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives. Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Men become much more attractive when they start looking older. But it doesn’t do much for women, though we do have an advantage: make-up.

The real actor – like any real artistj- has a direct line to the collective heart.

I have been at war from the beginning. I’ve never looked back before. I’ve never had the time and it has always seemed so dangerous. To look back is to relax one’s vigil.

I never said anything that was unprintable. Never said anything just for the sake of being startling.

I survived because I was tougher than anybody else.

Your luck is how you treat people.

Among the reasons marriages fail, sex ranks no higher than fourth, behind money, having only one bathroom, and an inability to communicate, reasons one, two and three.

We movie stars all end up by ourselves. Who knows? Maybe we want to.

You know what nostalgia is, don’t you? It’s basically a matter of recalling the fun without reliving the pain.

I want to die with my high heels on, still in action.

As a female I think it’s a terrible hindrance in business. I think it’s a terrible hindrance for any female to have a lot of intelligence in private life, but I think in business sometimes it’s even worse because there’s deep resentment.

Mother of three; divorcee; American. Twenty years experience as an actress in motion pictures. Mobile still and more affable than rumour would have it. Wants steady employment in Hollywood. (Has had Broadway). References upon request.

It’s a rare man who can stand being around an intelligent woman, let alone married to her.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

I want to lay down spread out and be the one to fill all the spaces empty – and occupied by her.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.

You can be the milky way and I’ll be your andromeda.

You are my world and I am a lone planet forever just outside your orbit.

We’re the mirror of the cosmos, where stars collapse, born, and fade in unison.

With one look into your eyes, you take me dancing in galaxies and among the stars.

A narrative told in the infinite galaxy of colors that melt into white and, brushstrokes bourne upon land who are titled ‘human beings’.