The rarest of all things in American life is charm. We spend billions every year manufacturing fake charm that goes under the heading of public relations. Without it, America would be grim indeed.
A kiss on the hand may feel very, very good, but a diamond and sapphire bracelet lasts forever.
Memory is more indelible than ink.
It’s true that the French have a certain obsession with sex, but it’s a particularly adult obsession. France is the thriftiest of all nations; to a Frenchman sex provides the most economical way to have fun. The French are a logical race.
Today there are no fairy tales for us to believe in, and this is possibly a reason for the universal prevalence of mental crack-up. Yes, if we were childish in the past, I wish we could be children once again.
I’ve never known a Philadelphian who wasn’t a downright ‘character’; possibly a defense mechanism resulting from the dullness of their native habitat.
That our popular art forms have become so obsessed with sex has turned the U.S.A into a nation of hobbledehoys; as if grown people don’t have more vital concerns, such as taxes, inflation, dirty politics, earning a living, getting an education, or keeping out of jail.
I was born in the theatre. My father was a small time impresario on the West Coast and I was acting from the age of 7, but I started to write when I was 12 and by the time I was 14 I was making more money than I was acting.
I always say that a girl never really looks as well as she does on board a steamship, or even a yacht.
Sometimes writers of no talent at all can write great acting scenes. Sometimes the very best writers can’t write scenes that come to life.
Always go to the solitary drinker for the truth!
If we have to tell Hollywood good-by, it may be with one of those tender, old-fashioned, seven-second kisses exchanged between two people of the opposite sex, with all their clothes on.