... I have always fallen for ads. The sweetheart of J. Walter Thompson, I have a peasant-like belief in whatever miracle they profess to effect.

We all have our little illusions about our own mental abilities.

That amenity which the French have developed into a great art . . . conversation.

Emily and I have now reached the time in life when not only do we lie about our ages, we forget what we've said they are.

mosquitoes were using my ankles as filling stations.

Tragedy can break the heart but not the dam of the tearducts while schmaltz can dissolve the most hardened sophisticate.

... I have always fallen for ads. The sweetheart of J. Walter Thompson, I have a peasant-like belief in whatever miracle they profess to effect.