Dear Mary: We all knew you had it in you.

Said after she had been seriously ill: The doctors were very brave about it.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

And where does she find them?

Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

Hold your pen and spare your voice.