Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

And where does she find them?

Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad - Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.

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.

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

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

[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?