That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.
I'll have my double chins in privacy.
Never shall I forget those naked, clean-swept little Canadian towns, one just like the other. Before I was twelve years old, I must have lived in fifty of them.
I have had a couple of marriages, but like every other woman I had a perfect right to them.
I'm too homely for a prima donna and too ugly for a soubrette.
In order to represent life on the stage, we must rub elbows with life, live ourselves