It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.

Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.

I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.