Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
S. J. PerelmanThis medal (the National Book Award) together with my American Express card, will identify me worldwide ... except at Bloomingdale's.
S. J. PerelmanOne stifling summer afternoon last August, in the attic of a tiny stone house in Pennsylvania, I made a most interesting discovery: the shortest, cheapest method of inducing a nervous breakdown ever perfected. In this technique..., the subject is placed in a sharply sloping attic heated to 340 F and given a mothproof closet known as the Jiffy-Cloz to assemble.
S. J. Perelman