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.
S. J. PerelmanHe bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.
S. J. PerelmanLove is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
S. J. PerelmanI tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.
S. J. Perelman