Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

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

Mrs. Ewing was a short woman who accepted the obligation borne by so many short women to make up in vivacity what they lack in number of inches from the ground.

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.