[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

Innocence is a desirable thing, a dainty thing, an appealing thing, in its place; but carried too far, it is merely ridiculous.

The Monte Carlo casino refused to admit me until I was properly dressed so I went and found my stockings, and then came back and lost my shirt.

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

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

But I don't give up; I forget why not.