As long as the plots keep arriving from outer space, I'll go on with my virgins.

After forty a woman has to choose between losing her figure or her face. My advice is to keep your face, and stay sitting down.

To sleep around is absolutely wrong for a woman; it's degrading and it completely ruins her personality. Sooner or later it will destroy all that is feminine and beautiful and idealistic in her.

I always wear boot polish on my eyelashes, because I am a very emotional person and it doesn't run when I cry.

You become what you think. You are what you eat.

When you get past fifty, you have to decide whether to keep your face or your figure. I kept my face.

My heroines are always virgins. They never go to bed without a ring on their fingers; not until page 118 at least.

I'll keep going till my face falls off.

The right diet directs sexual energy into the parts that matter.

Love is next to Godliness with certain safeguards.

Every woman dreams of love. When she is young she prays she will find it. When she is middle aged she hopes for it and when she is old she remembers it.

I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that this is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get.

There are plenty of mothers who should not be allowed to raise their children.

I've found from years of trial that the only way I can work is to make sketches in pencil from Nature, purely as reference material for future use in the studio.

Why choose to be right instead of happy when there is no way to be right?

Shame about how we’re gonna die here, though. I mean, seriously. An Arab and a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. It’s the beginning of a joke, and the punch line is “sodomy’’.

It's perfectly understandable and proper for one to be anti-Semite, but to exterminate women and children is so extraordinary, it's hard to believe. No defendant here wanted that.

I was a gymnast for many years before I was a dancer, so it comes in pretty handy when I do stunts.

White working-class voters or working-class voters have felt abandoned, have felt, in many senses, disparaged by the political leadership of America.

This loneliness won't leave me alone.

There is another world, but it is in this one.