Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement.

She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.

I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

If all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

And where does she find them?