After The Age Of 30

He Named Me. He Liked The Sound Of It. And I Said, Well, All Right. I Felt A Little Odd About It. I Don't Understand All That Name Changing Business Anyway... No, He Felt That Lauren Bacall Was Better Sounding Than Betty Bacall. He Had A Vision Of His Own. He Was A Svengali. He Wanted To Mold Me. He Wanted To Control Me. And He Did Until Mr. Bogart Got Involved.

His (frank Sinatra) Attention Span Was Not Long, Shall We Say.

The First Time Anything Happens To You - Your First Love, Your First Success - The Second One Is Never The Same.

I Think I'm Damn Lucky. I'm Lucky That My Kids Are All Straight, That They Haven't Ended Up In Jail, That They're All Worthwhile Human Beings, Thank God. Their Lives Are Happy; They Have Happy Partners, Wives, Husbands.

My Son Tells Me, 'do You Realize You Are The Last One? The Last Person Who Was An Eyewitness To The Golden Age?' Young People, Even In Hollywood, Ask Me, 'were You Really Married To Humphrey Bogart?' 'well, Yes, I Think I Was,' I Reply. You Realize Yourself When You Start Reflecting - Because I Don't Live In The Past, Although Your Past Is So Much A Part Of What You Are - That You Can't Ignore It. But I Don't Look At Scrapbooks. I Could Show You Some, But I'd Have To Climb Ladders, And I Can't Climb