For those of you who need an antidote to the toxic train wreck calling itself Charlie Sheen, here's 150 cc's of elegance:
“Once after a dinner party, Gregory Peck and I drove Fred Astaire home. Fred lived in a colonial house that had a long porch with many pillars. When we dropped him off, he danced along the whole front porch, then opened the door, tipped his hat to us, and disappeared.
Wow! Greg and I couldn’t speak for a few minutes. It was a beautiful way to say thank you.”
-Kirk Douglas
(via Old Hollywood)
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