Wracked with a hangover I do my muttering over a Black Velvet, a union of champagne and stout. Don't be swindled into believing there's any cure for a hangover. I've tried them all: iced tomatoes, hot clam juice, brandy peaches. Like the common cold it defies solution. Time alone can stay it. The hair of the dog? That way lies folly. It's as logical as trying to put out a fire with applications of kerosene.
Tallulah BankheadThe less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.
Tallulah BankheadI have been absolutely hag-ridden with ambition. If I could wish to have anything in the world it would be to be free of ambition.
Tallulah BankheadI'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. If I may lift a line from a die-hard whose identity is lost in the shuffle, 'I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right.'
Tallulah Bankhead