Gentleman. A man who buys two of the same morning paper from the doorman of his favorite nightclub when he leaves with his girl.

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.

Habit: Often mistaken for love.

It is my private life which no one knows anything about, nor ever will. It needs more than half my time if it is to be a success.

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

Being in the depths of sadness is just as important an experience as being exuberantly happy.

Glamour is assurance. It is a kind of knowing that you are all right in every way, mentally and physically and in appearance, and that, whatever the occasion or the situation, you are equal to it.