Near the end, she [Marilyn Monroe] was badly treated by Fox Studios, during the 'Let's Make Love' film shoot in 1960, they threw her off the set because she had a cold.

I gave it all that I had, and it's gratifying that others seem to be receiving it so well.

Singin' in the Rain (1952) and childbirth were the two hardest things I ever had to do in my life.

The only way you learn is by failure.

I think you should control yourself a little bit, so you can walk, and when you die, you can walk to your own funeral.

Anything worthwhile is hard, and dancing is very hard, and if you've ever studied dancing of any kind you'd know that to be in precision, three people dancing together.

I do twenty minutes every time the refrigerator door opens and the light comes on.

I'll just stay in [show business] till they stuff me like Trigger, when I drop dead.

I wanted to get that sense of peace and even boredom that comes with long familiarity.

If you're a dancer, study singing. You have to do everything and do it well. You have to study acting. You have to study all of it. You have to find workshops, get out on the stage...and fail.

I think one of my favourite films is 'Dark Victory' with Bette Davis. Why? She was so wonderful in that film. And maybe I just want a good cry once in a while without having to go through a divorce.

A broken heart is not a broken glass

Love is not an idea, not a feeling, not a sensation, not a sentiment, not a passion, not even an emotion. It is becoming and being not... Ultimate nothingness! Complete self-annihilation!

Everybody's business is nobody's business, and nobody's business is my business.

I've been a sports fan all my life, and like most other actors, I'm convinced I could have been a pro athlete if Hollywood hadn't come calling.

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.

I just didn't have anything to say, so I said nothing.

It is a question whether, when we break a murderer on the wheel, we do not fall into the error a child makes when it hits the chair it has bumped into.

New York at night, from its bridges, is a miracle. When I first came to the city, it took all my fantasies and set them on fire, turned them into flickering constellations of light.

In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.