All I Really Had Was My Talent.

The One Thing You Don't Want Is That Stale Sound When You've Done A Line So Much You Can't Find A Fresh Approach To It. Drop It.

My Talent Was The Weapon, The Power, The Way For Me To Fight. It Was The One Way I Might Hope To Affect A Man's Thinking.

To Appear On The Stage Drunk, To Have Them Leave There And Remember Me Making Drunken Mistakes, That Was Death.

The Ultimate Mystery Is One's Own Self.

Bogart Could Have Been Color Blind. He Got To Know A Man Before He Decided If He Liked Him Or Not.