My first husband and I are still good friends and there is no earthly reason why I should not see him. Larry and I are very much in love.

Life is too short to work so hard.

I'm not a film star; I am an actress. Being a film star is such a false life, lived for fake values and for publicity.

I've been a godmother loads of times, but being a grandmother is better than anything.

I loved fencing and dancing and elocution.

Most of us have compromised with life. Those who fight for what they want will always thrill us.

People who are very beautiful make their own laws.

Scarlett: You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless. Rhett: You helpless? (laughs) Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you.

Sometimes I dread the truth of the lines I say. But the dread must never show.

When I come into the theatre I get a sense of security. I love an audience. I love people, and I act because I like trying to give pleasure to people.

I've always been mad about cats.

The lies (Western slander) which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this man (Muhammad) are disgraceful to ourselves only.

The number of times he'd had to pinch his nose to keep his soul in so that he'd make no noise while peering through the parlor keyhole...

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

I, talking about my children, of course I wanted them to succeed in life, they have to choose whatever job or occupation that they want, I will not try to influence.

I was always one who was clowning around in school and getting in trouble.

I've lived most of my life in Manhattan, but as close as Brooklyn is to Manhattan, there are people who live there who have been to Manhattan maybe once or twice.

If our bodies aren't being taken care of then our work starts to suffer and we're not getting the most from our daily lives.

All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

The golden rule of drums is hands clapping and feet tapping, and when you are in and out of consciousness, you can't do that to best of your ability.