The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.

... it's impossible to register any emotion without using some muscle which, in time, will produce a wrinkle. ... By the time she is thirty, a starlet has been carefully taught to smile like a dead halibut. The eyes widen, the mouth drops open, but the eye muscles are never involved.

Dearer to me than the evening star A Packard car A Hershey bar Or a bride in her rich adorning Dearer than any of these by far Is to lie in bed in the morning

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, it's just possible you haven't grasped the situation.

I know all about improvisation and the free-form that mirrors the chaos of our time, but I do like to feel that the playwright has done some work before I got there.

To me having a party is something like having a baby. The fact that you got through the last one alive is not somehow sufficiently reassuring now.