If I Had My Life To Live

The Truth Is That The Only Time I'm Happy Is When I'm Doing Absolutely Nothing. I Don't Understand People Who Like To Work And Talk About It Like It Was Some Sort Of Goddamn Duty. Doing Nothing Feel Like Floating On Warm Water To Me. Delightful, Perfect.

When You Have To Face Up To The Fact That Marriage To The Man You Love Is Really Over, That's Very Tough, Sheer Agony. In That Kind Of Harrowing Situation, I Always Go Away And Cut Myself Off From The World. Also, I Sober Up Immediately When There Is Genuine Bad News In My Life; I Never Face It With Alcohol In My Brain. I Just Rented A House In Palm Springs And Sat There And Just Suffered For A Couple Of Weeks. I Suffered There Until I Was Strong Enough To Face It.

Oh, What The Hell Did I Know? I Went To The Set The First Day In Full Makeup And The Director Told Me To Take It Off. So I Did The Film Without Makeup. I Had Nothing To Do With Anything I Did. I Never Understood Why I Was So Famous.

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I'd Live It The Same Way. Maybe A Few Changes Here Or There, But Nothing Special. The Truth Is, Honey, I've Enjoyed My Life. I've Had A Hell Of A Good Time.

When I'm Old And Gray, I Want To Have A House By The Sea. And Paint. With A Lot Of Wonderful Chums, Good Music, And Booze Around. And A Damn Good Kitchen To Cook In.