It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.

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

Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don't know ten souls who read him without a middleman.