Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.

People are wrong when they say opera is not what it used to be. It is what it used to be. That is what's wrong with it.

She stopped the show - but then the show wasn't traveling very fast.

There isn't a particle of you that I don't know, remember, and want.

I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere.

It is my considered opinion that the human race (soi disant) is cruel, idiotic, sentimental, predatory, ungrateful, ugly, conceited and egocentric to the last ditch and that the occasional discovery of an isolated exception is as deliciously surprising as finding a sudden brazil nut in what you know to be five pounds of vanilla creams. These glorious moments, although not making life actually worth living, perhaps, at least make it pleasanter.

What I adore is supreme professionalism. I’m bored by writers who can write only when it’s raining.