If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you.
The ones I like are โchequeโ and โenclosed.โ
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.
I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.
Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.