And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.

People are more fun than anyone.

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

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses.