It's almost impossible to dislike me, because I do nothing.
I'm complicated, sentimental, lovable, honest, loyal, decent, generous, likable, and lonely. My personality is not split; it's shredded.
Looking back, my life so far seems like one long obstacle race, with me as its chief obstacle.
She should get a divorce and settle down.
Hollywood, we decided, was a nice place to die, but we wouldn't want to live there.
We were ensconced as guests of the exclusive Beverly Hilton Hotel, an edifice so swank that the fire ax in the hall outside our suite said: "In case of fire-break crystal."