Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
Their the waiters' eyes sparkled and their pencils flew as she proceeded to eviscerate my wallet - pt, Whitstable oysters, a sole, filet mignon, and a favorite salad of the Nizam of Hyderabad made of shredded five-pound notes.
Learning is what most adults will do for a living in the 21st century.
The main obligation is to amuse yourself.
A dreary industrial town controlled by hoodlums of enormous wealth, the ethical sense of a pack of jackals and taste so degraded that it befouled everything it touched.
The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. . . . You are what you are.
I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.
Crazy like a fox.
Under a forehead roughly comparable to that of Javanese and Piltdown man are visible a pair of tiny pig eyes, lit up alternately by greed and concupiscence.
Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.
I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.
Oh, son, I wish you hadn't become a scenario writer! she sniffled. Aw, now, Moms, I comforted her, it's no worse than playing the piano in a call house.
He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.
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.