Ye Gads, no! I couldn't stand the noise.
I don't know what it is I exude. But whatever it is, it's whatever I am!
In order to dream, you need to have a springboard which is the facts. . . It gives it that touch of reality, and I think that's quite important. . . truth with fiction.
Goodbyes are sad, no matter what the promise of tomorrow is.
At one point I was introduced to a devastatingly handsome young man -- beautiful, really -- with black unruly hair, large sensitive eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a full sensuous mouth -- and an irresistible personality. His name was Tony Curtis.
[Her life with Tony Curtis in 1961:] We were beginning the climb to a higher plateau. Acceptance. Recognition. Status. Security. We only had to hold on and hope the thin air didn't make us dizzy and cause a tumble. We also needed to remember that the inside had to ascend together with the outside.
. . . we are the products of our past. . . . a web of complexities.
Our best loved friend is always in some way our peer.
Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.
Don't be on your deathbed someday, having squandered your one chance at life, full of regret because you pursued little distractions instead of big dreams.
I always wanted to be a basketball player until I discovered Pizza Pockets.