"In France," Marcel said with wintry dignity, "accidents occur in the bedroom, not the kitchen."
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.
I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.
I'm half Scotch-Irish on both sides, and when I lose my temper-brother, I go.
We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries.
The worst disgrace that can befall a producer is an unkind notice from a New York reviewer. When this happens, the producer becomes a pariah in Hollywood. He is shunned by his friends, thrown into bankruptcy, and like a Japanese electing hara-kiri, he commits suttee.