I Tried To Resist His Overtures, But

This Medal (the National Book Award) Together With My American Express Card, Will Identify Me Worldwide ... Except At Bloomingdale's.

All Right, So Call Me Miss Cliche Of 1960, But The Thing About The Married Ones That Always Spooks Me Is How Sweet And Attentive They Are At First, When They're On The Prowl.

I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.

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.

I'm Half Scotch-irish On Both Sides, And When I Lose My Temper-brother, I Go.