I was always in love with Judy Garland, and when I was growing up, I fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio, of course.
I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.
I don't think I have the image that say, Judy Garland has, or Bette Davis.
Well, I was obsessed with Judy Garland growing up. Like, obsessed.
Wearing divine garlands and apparel, anointed with celestial perfumes and ointments, full of all wonders, the limitless God with faces on all sides.
When you talk about the world's greatest entertainer you have to say Al Jolson because there was no one like him. Only Judy Garland and perhaps Frank Sinatra got anywhere near him!
I feel like one / Who treads alone / Some banquet-hall deserted, / Whose lights are fled, / Whose garlands dead / And all but he departed!
I do not need your garlands and fruits. They are not genuinely yours. Give me something that is yours, something which is clean and fragrant with the perfume of virtue and innocence and washed in the tears of repentance.
One flower makes no garland.
My mother's life had been destroyed by the Garland legend.
When you're Judy Garland and you want something, you just pick up the phone and call somebody. Anybody.
Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.
All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland.
Judy Garland was just so delicious in every way and just so honest and generous.
No-one will ever sound as good as Judy Garland as far as I am concerned.
The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.
Remember Judy Garland? She retired 40 times.