I Wish To Live To 150 Years

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

It’s A Pity Nobody Believes In Simple Lust Anymore.

I Don't Mind Growing Old. If I Have To Go Before My Time, This Is How I'll Go-- Cigarette In One Hand, Glass Of Scotch In The Other.

I Dealt With Men Who Had Tempers, And Who Could Get Violent-lord Knows How I Had To Defend Myself Against Howard Hughes And Frank Sinatra, And From Artie Shaw's Verbal Abuse. But George [c. Scott] Was A Different Category Of Animal When He Got Drunk. He'd Break Into My Hotel Room, Which He Did In Italy, London And At The Beverly Hills Hotel, Attack Me To Where I Was Frightened For My Life, And Scream, 'why Won't You Marry Me?' Well, I Would Never Marry A Man Who Couldn't Control His Liquor. Me, I'm A Happy Drunk. I Laugh, I Dance. I Certainly Don't Break Bottles And Threaten To Kill.

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.