The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.

tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!

If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most/After three I'm under the table/After four I'm under my host.

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