If I Had To Live My Life

Drink Reacts On Its Practitioners In Conflicting Ways. One Brave Can Knock Off A Quart Of Scotch And Look And Act As Sober As Herbert Hoover. Another, After Three Martinis, Makes Two-cushion Carroms Off The Chaise Lounge As He Attempts To Negotiate The Bathroom.

If You Really Want To Help The American Theater, Don't Be An Actress, Dahling. Be An Audience.

I Have Three Phobias Which, Could I Mute Them, Would Make My Life As Slick As A Sonnet, But As Dull As Ditch Water: I Hate To Go To Bed, I Hate To Get Up, And I Hate To Be Alone.

I'm The Foe Of Moderation, The Champion Of Excess. If I May Lift A Line From A Die-hard Whose Identity Is Lost In The Shuffle, 'i'd Rather Be Strongly Wrong Than Weakly Right.'

[on Being Asked In Her Later Years If She Were Tallulah:] I'm What's Left Of Her, Dahling.