Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

I wanted to be cute. That's the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.

When your bank account is so overdrawn that it is positively photographic, steps must be taken.

The best way to avoid a hangover is to stay drunk.

If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.

Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.