Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.
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.
[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?
What writes worse than a Theodore Dreiser? ... Two Theodore Dreisers.
Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.
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.