Poor people have more fun than rich people, they say; and I notice it's the rich people who keep saying it.
Randy and I were goggle-eyed as we gazed over the wonders of what Walt Disney had wrought. It was a magnificent demonstration of what God could do if He had more imagination.
Immigration is the sincerest form of flattery.
Hollywood, we decided, was a nice place to die, but we wouldn't want to live there.
It's almost impossible to dislike me, because I do nothing.
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."