Life would be so wonderful if we only knew what to do with it.
All alike, you men. You only want the satisfaction of being through with us first, that's all. So far I've had the good fortune of beating you to it. So I am heartless.
I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
Gimme a visky with a ginger ale on the side - and don't be stinchy, beby.
Mr. Hitler was big on me. He kept writing and inviting me to come to Germany, and if the war hadn't started when it did, I would have gone and I would have taken a gun out of my purse and shot him, because I am the only person who would not have been searched.