She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.

The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.

There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.

Write like it matters, and it will.

There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another.

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.