I was raped in a driveway when I was eleven. … It was a terrible experience because we had all that gravel. - Tallulah Bankhead

I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water — I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.

It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work — the night watchman.

I don’t know what I want. Nobody knows — or if they do, they don’t know for long. I mean, you don’t want the same thing long enough for it to be What You Want From Life in capital letters. Well, maybe some people do. Maybe there's a few simple folks — or maybe a few million, I don't know — who fix their hearts, and their minds, and their everlasting souls on a thing, and keep on all their lives hoping for it. Living for it. Wanting It From Life. But these are the people who never get it.