There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
If all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?
Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.
I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.