For The Loot, Honey, For The Loot.

When I'm Old And Gray, I Want To Have A House By The Sea. And Paint. With A Lot Of Wonderful Chums, Good Music, And Booze Around. And A Damn Good Kitchen To Cook In.

Don't Think For A Minute That Bad Publicity And Endless Criticism Don't Leave Their Claw Marks On Everyone Concerned. Your Friends Try To Cheer You Up By Saying Lightly, "i Suppose You Get Used To It, And Ignore It." You Try. You Try Damned Hard. But You Never Get Used To It. It Always Wounds And Hurts.

Elizabeth Taylor Is Not Beautiful, She Is Pretty—i Was Beautiful.

I Think The Main Reason My Marriages Failed Is That I Always Loved Too Well But Never Wisely.

Our Phone Bills Were Astronomical, And When I Found The Letters Frank Wrote Me The Other Day, The Total Could Fill A Suitcase. Every Single Day During Our Relationship, No Matter Where In The World I Was, I'd Get A Telegram From Frank Saying He Loved Me And Missed Me. He Was A Man Who Was Deseperate For Companionship And Love. Can You Wonder That He Always Had Mine!