I Was Lazy. I Would Have Been

And The News Got Worse. It Appeared That There Was This Whole Other Person Jesus Christ Whose Birthday A Lot Of People Tended To Confuse With Mine. I Was Personally Outraged. It Was A Long Time Before I Forgave The Lord For That.

Maybe, In The Final Analysis, They Saw Me As Something I Wasn't And I Tried To Turn Them Into Something They Could Never Be. I Loved Them All But Maybe I Never Understood Any Of Them. I Don't Think They Understood Me.

I Hate Cheating. I Won’t Put Up With It. I Don’t Do It Myself.

I Dealt With Men Who Had Tempers, And Who Could Get Violent-lord Knows How I Had To Defend Myself Against Howard Hughes And Frank Sinatra, And From Artie Shaw's Verbal Abuse. But George [c. Scott] Was A Different Category Of Animal When He Got Drunk. He'd Break Into My Hotel Room, Which He Did In Italy, London And At The Beverly Hills Hotel, Attack Me To Where I Was Frightened For My Life, And Scream, 'why Won't You Marry Me?' Well, I Would Never Marry A Man Who Couldn't Control His Liquor. Me, I'm A Happy Drunk. I Laugh, I Dance. I Certainly Don't Break Bottles And Threaten To Kill.

I Either Write The Book Or Sell The Jewels. And I'm Kinda Sentimental About The Jewels.