"She is shy and witty, she is nobody’s fool, she is a brilliant actress, she is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography, she can be arrogant and willful, she is clement and loving, Dulcis Imperatrix, she is Sunday’s child, she can tolerate my impossibilities and my drunkenness, she is an ache in the stomach when I am away from her, and she loves me!”
November 18, 1969: This morning in the early hours, E gave me a savage mauling, coldly accusing me of virtually every sin under the sun. Drunkenness (true), mendacity (true), being boring (true), infidelity (untrue), killing myself fairly quickly (true), pride envy avarice (all true), being ugly (true), having once been handsome (untrue), and any other vice imaginable except homosexuality and being ungenerousness.
"She was special because she didn’t have a line cut between brain and mouth. That is, you asked her a question and she answered it. She was not fearful of public opinion and what it thought of her. She fought the battle for AIDS before Rock Hudson had AIDS. You know, there were even hollywood stars who wouldn’t talk to her and wouldn’t go to any of her rallies to try to raise money because they didn’t want to be associated with AIDS. And she stood up for it. She stood up for Michael Jackson in his darkest days, and his worst days. It matters not if you agreed with her, but it was her ability to be so forceful for so many things. And loyalty, which to me is the number one attribute a person could have, was her number one thing. If she was your friend, she was your friend. You can’t buy loyalty… and of course, there were her eyes- we’ll never see eyes like that again." -Larry King, on what made Elizabeth Taylor special.