Do let him read the papers. But not while you accusingly tiptoe around the room, or perch much like a silent bird of prey on the edge of your most uncomfortable chair. (He will read them anyway, and he should read them, so let him choose his own good time.) Don't make a big exit. Just go. But kiss him quickly, before you go, otherwise he might think you are angry; he is used to suspecting he is doing something wrong.

Careful grooming may take twenty years off a woman's age, but you can't fool a flight of stairs.

Until they come to see us from their planet, I wait patiently. I hear them saying: Don't call us, we'll call you.

[On Las Vegas:] I love that town. No clocks. No locks. No restrictions.

When you prostitute yourself, you have to get paid for it.

I have a child and I've made a few people happy. That is all.

...it gives you the impression that every day is Sunday.