There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.

I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

I fell into writing, I suppose, being one of those awful children who wrote verses. I went to a convent in New York-the Blessed Sacrament... I was fired from there, finally, for a lot of things, among them my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

A girl's best friend is her mutter.

This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.

Honesty means nothing until you are tested under circumstances where you are sure you could get away with dishonesty.