Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of 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.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

Just begin a story with such a phrase as 'I remember Disraeli - poor old Dizz! - once saying to me, in answer to my poke in the eye,' and you will find me and Morpheus off in a corner, necking.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.