I'd Rather Be Strongly Wrong Than Weakly

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.

Acting Is A Form Of Confession.

[on Being Asked In Her Later Years If She Were Tallulah:] I'm What's Left Of Her, Dahling.

Fill What Is Empty, Empty What Is Full, And Scratch Where It Itches.

It's Unlikely I'll Ever Submit To A Psychiatrist's Couch. I Don't Want Some Stranger Prowling Around Through My Psyche, Monkeying With My Id. I Don't Need An Analyst To Tell Me That I Have Never Had Any Sense Of Security. Who Has?