I remember most clearly when a teenage Christopher spat in my face. He said, "I hate you". It's pretty hard to overlook that. I couldn't.

If I weren't a Christian Scientist, and I saw "Trog" advertised on a marquee across the street, I'd think I'd contemplate suicide.

You have to be self-reliant and strong to survive in this town. Otherwise you will be destroyed.

If you have an ounce of common sense and one good friend you don't need an analyst.

It is my intention to make no provision herein for my son Christopher or my daughter Christina for reasons which are well known to them.

Then there's that 'You're only as old as you feel' business, which is true to a point, but you can't be Shirley Temple on the Good Ship Lollipop forever. Sooner or later, dammit, you're old.

Care for your clothes, like the good friends they are