[On Katharine Hepburn's stage performance:] She ran the whole gamut of emotions, from A to B.

If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folks that cause me pains :)

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

Of Orson Welles: It's like meeting God without dying.

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

[On William Lyon Phelps's Happiness:] It is second only to a rubber duck as the ideal bathtub companion. It may be held in the hand without causing muscular fatigue ... and it may be read through before the water has cooled. And if it slips down the drain pipe, all right, it slips down the drain pipe.

The plot is so tired that even this reviewer, who in infancy was let drop by a nurse with the result that she has ever since been mystified by amateur coin tricks, was able to guess the identity of the murderer from the middle of the book.