I am responsible for no one but myself.

I have always had a lot more trouble with my truths than with my deceits

My name is real, which probably explains why I never became a superstar... how would that look in lights?

If I have to climb to heaven on a ladder, I shall decline the invitation.

While I am rehearsing a play, I try to read nothing that might distract my concentration from the work in progress.

With two leftover husbands to account for, my wicked soul has just about shriveled and died

I am rich from the bequests other gifted people have seen fit to leave to me.