You're Not A Star Until They Can

It Is At Least Worth Arguing That There Is A Modicum Of The Creative Novelist In All Of Us, And That This Absorption With How Men Get Out Of Difficulties, Single-handedly And Alone If Possible, Is The Stuff Of Which We Weave The Warp And Woof Of Our Own Better Dramatic Imaginings.

Sinatra’s Idea Of Paradise Is A Place Where There Are Plenty Of Women And No Newspapermen. He Doesn’t Know It, But He’d Be Better Off If It Were The Other Way Around.

Rick: Here's Looking At You, Kid.

Errol Flynn And I Are The Only Ones Left Who Do Any Good Old Hell Raising.

Physically, I’m Not Tough. I May Think Tough. I Would Say I’m Kinda Tough And Calloused Inside. I Could Use A Foot More In Height And Fifty More Pounds And Fifteen Years Off My Age And Then God Help All You Bastards.