I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror.

At some point in my life I realized I knew only celebrities, I didn't know any real people. I think it was a master stroke of Fate that in researching the greatest celebrity of them all, I would at last be meeting real people, finding them more extraordinary than celebrities fascinated by them all and enjoying enduring friendships with some.

What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

I don't always understand other people's motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don't mind. I don't always understand other people's motives.

The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we’re all going to live forever!

I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.

It's amazing how right you can be about a person you don't know it's only the people you do know who confuse you.

... I was merely a disinterested spectator at the Banquet of Life.

To me Vivien Leigh was a tragic heroine of classic proportions: chosen, blessed and abandoned by the gods. Obstinately she tried to control and defy her destiny and to know her story is to be inspired by pity and terror.

I mean, the question actors most often get asked is how they can bear saying the same things over and over again, night after night, but God knows the answer to that is, don't we all anyway might as well get paid for it.

I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.