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.

Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.

If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people He gives it to.

Said of her husband on the day their divorce became final: Oh, don't worry about Alan. . . . Alan will always land on somebody's feet.

I know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which has held billions and billions of human beings, not a single one ever had a happy ending.

Guido Natso is natso guido.

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