“Compromise and tolerance are magic words. It took me 40 years to become philosophical.”

It is easier for women to succeed in business, the arts, and politics in America than in Europe.

Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It’s OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.

I’m fifty-one years old, but I’m not through yet. I have lived a full life, and intend packing in quite a lot more.

I appreciate subtlety. I have never enjoyed a kiss in front of the camera. There’s nothing to it except not getting your lipstick smeared.

It’s funny about men and women. Men pay in cash to get them and pay in cash to get rid of them. Women pay emotionally coming and going. Neither has it easy.

I was in constant demand, in my professional life and my personal life.

Perhaps my problem in marriage-and it is the problem of many women-was to want both intimacy and independence. It is a difficult line to walk, yet both needs are important to a marriage.

To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it. After a taste of stardom, everything else is poverty.

One of my favorite people is Gypsy Rose Lee. She bears out the Biblical promise that he who has, gets. And I hope she gets a lot more.

Hope & curiosity about the future seemed better than guarantees. The unknown was always so attractive to me, and still is.

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

Let any pretty girl announce a divorce in Hollywood and the wolves come running. Fresh meat for the beast, and they are always hungry.

Because you don’t live near a bakery doesn’t mean you have to go without cheesecake.

I’m a sworn enemy of convention. I despise the conventional in anything, even the arts.

The ladder of success in Hollywood is usually a press agent, actor, director, producer, leading man; and you are a star if you sleep with each of them in that order. Crude, but true.

If I had my way everyone would have a psychiatrist. When the brain is sick and you must throw up, you do it by being purged in a psychiatrist’s office.

This, I knew, was the magic I had until now been only dimly and spitefully aware of.

Magical, extraterrestrial, marvelous, enchanted, brave, beautiful, miraculous, royalty, a warrior, a deity. You are simply everything you are and choose to believe.

And what a rare and magical thing it is to feel as though your heart has finally found a soft place to land.

Perhaps the most tragic thing about mankind is that we are all dreaming about some magical garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that are right outside today.

You are magic wrapped in pain.

How incredible it is that everything led me to you.

Love is magic and magic is everywhere. You just need to open your heart to see it.

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.