You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

This medal (the National Book Award) together with my American Express card, will identify me worldwide ... except at Bloomingdale's.

In my more pompous moments I like to think of myself as a writer rather than a humorist, but I suppose that's merely the vanity of advancing age.

I'm half Scotch-Irish on both sides, and when I lose my temper-brother, I go.

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.

All right, so call me Miss Cliche of 1960, but the thing about the married ones that always spooks me is how sweet and attentive they are at first, when they're on the prowl.