The Great Arizona Desert is full of the bleaching bones of people who waited for me to start something.

I once heard a woman laugh at that most tragic moment in all drama, the off-stage shot in "The Wild Duck," and I afterward had her killed, so there will be no more of that out of her.

If Mr. Einstein doesn't like the natural laws of the universe, let him go back to where he came from.

If you think that you have caught a cold, call in a good doctor. Call in three good doctors and play bridge.

She sleeps alone at last.

For most visitors to Manhattan, both foreign and domestic, New York is the Shrine of the Good Time. "I don't see how you stand it," they often say to the native New Yorker who has been sitting up past his bedtime for a week in an attempt to tire his guest out. "It's all right for a week or so, but give me the little old home town when it comes to living." And, under his breath, the New Yorker endorses the transfer and wonders himself how he stands it.

I do most of my work sitting down; that's where I shine.