What Remains Is Solitude.

Victory Is Gay Only Back Home. Up Front It Is Joyless.

Glamour Is What I Sell, It's My Stock In Trade.

How Do You Know Love Is Gone? If You Said That You Would Be There At Seven And You Get There By Nine, And He Or She Has Not Called The Police Yet - It's Gone.

A New Kind Of Award Has Been Added -- The Deathbed Award. It Is Not An Award Of Any Kind. Either The Recipient Has Not Acted At All, Or Was Not Nominated, Or Did Not Win The Award The Last Few Times Around. It Is Intended To Relieve The Guilty Conscience Of The Academy Members And Save Face In Front Of The Public. The Academy Has The Horrible Taste To Have A Star, Choking With Emotion, Present This Deathbed Award So That There Can Be No Doubt In Anybody's Mind Why The Award Is So Hurriedly Given. Lucky Is The Actor Who Is Too Sick To Watch The Proceedings On Television.

[on Orson Welles:] When I Talk To Him, I Feel Like A Plant That's Been Watered.