I have always had a talent for irritating women since I was fourteen.

Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn't see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts, then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

I've often stood silent at a party for hours listening to my movie idols turn into dull and little people.

Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night's date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn't think of looking at another woman.

Men are so willing to respect anything that bores them.

Naturally, there are times when every woman likes to be flattered... to feel she is the most important thing in someone's world. Only a man can paint this picture.

Fame is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.

The trouble with censors is that they worry if a girl has cleavage. They ought to worry if she hasn't any.