[To the man who came up to her at a party and exclaimed effusively, 'Tallulah! I haven't seen you for 41 years!':] I thought I told you to wait in the car.
I did what I could to inflate the rumor I was on my way to stardom. What I was on my way to, by any mathematical standards known to man, was oblivion, by way of obscurity.
Going down on a woman gives me a stiff neck, going down on a man gives me lockjaw and conventional sex gives me claustrophobia.
In my lifetime I've been to bed with men, women, and odd pieces of furniture.
I've had a man and I've had a woman, and there's got to be something better.
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman.
My father warned me about men and booze but he never said anything about women and cocaine.
No man worth his salt, no man of spirit and spine, no man for whom I could have any respect, could rejoice in the identification of Tallulah's husband. It's tough enough to be bogged down in a legend. It would be even tougher to marry one.