Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

We were all imitative. We all wandered in after Miss Edna St. Vincent Millay. We were all being dashing and gallant, declaring we weren't virgins, whether we were or not.

I don't want to be classed as a humorist. It makes me feel guilty. I've never read a good tough quotable female humorist, and I never was one myself. I couldn't do it. A "smartcracker" they called me, and that makes me sick and unhappy. There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.

But I don't give up; I forget why not.

I was the toast of two continents: Greenland and Australia.

Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.

I don't mind anything that's written about me, as long as it's not true.