(when told by a reporter that she had a large gay following) I couldn`t care less. I sing to people!
(on her sadistic stage mother) She was the real Wicked Witch of the West.
My mother had a marvelous talent for mishandling money - mine. When I was put under stock contract at Metro and had a steady income for the first time, we lived in a four-unit apartment building. I suggested to Mother that we buy it as an investment and rent the other three apartments. She hit me in the mouth and invested the money in a nickel mine in Needles, California, that has never been found. We never got a nickel back.
How strange when an illusion dies. It`s as though you`ve lost a child.
Some of the (midget) men used to tease me while we were making The Wizard of Oz (1939). They used to sneak under my dress! I told them if they ever went under there - and I found out about it - they were in big trouble!
(on daughter Liza Minnelli) I think she decided to go into show business when she was an embryo, she kicked so much.
When you have lived the life I`ve lived, when you`ve loved and suffered, and been madly happy and desperately sad -- well, that`s when you realize you`ll never be able to set it all down. Maybe you`d rather die first.
If I am a legend, then why am I so lonely?
I have the unfortunate habit of not being able to have an affair with a man without being in love with him.
I`m a woman who wants to reach out and take 40 million people in her arms.
Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of someone else.
Well, we have a whole new year ahead of us. And wouldn`t it be wonderful if we could all be a little more gentle with each other, and a little more loving, have a little more empathy, and maybe - next year at this time - we`d like each other a little more.
How strange when an illusion dies. It`s as though you`ve lost a child.
(on Liza Minnelli) I think she decided to go into show business when she was an embryo, she kicked so much.
In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.
Some of the (midget) men used to tease me while we were making The Wizard of Oz, used to sneak under my dress! I told them if they ever went under there - and I found out about it - they were in big trouble!
Reporter: "I understand you have a very large gay following, Miss Garland." Judy: "I couldn`t care less. I sing to people!"
Hollywood is a strange place if you`re in trouble. Everybody thinks it`s contagious.
I was born at the age of 12 on a Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lot.
I wanted to believe and I tried my damndest to believe in the rainbow that I tried to get over and couldn`t. So what? Lots of people can`t...
As for my feelings toward `Over the Rainbow,` it`s become part of my life. It is so symbolic of all my dreams and wishes that I`m sure that`s why people sometimes get tears in their eyes when they hear it.
My mother had a marvelous talent for mishandling money - mine. When I was put under stock contract at Metro and had a steady income for the first time, we lived in a four-unit apartment building. I suggested to Mother that we buy it as an investment and rent the other three apartments. She hit me in the mouth and invested the money in a nickel mine in Needles, California, that has never been found. We never got a nickel back.
(MGM) had us working days and nights on end. They`d give us pep-up pills to keep us on our feet long after we were exhausted. Then they`d take us to the studio hospital and knock us cold with sleeping pills... Then after four hours they`d wake us up and give us the pep-up pills again so we could work another seventy-two hours in a row.
She was the real Wicked Witch of the West. (On her sadistic stage mother)
In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.