Would It Upset Men If

The Price Of Dishonesty Is Self-destruction.

I Hate The Telephone. I Think The Lowest Circle Of Hell Is Reserved For Alexander Graham Bell.

I Am A Comic Writer, Which Means I Get To Slay The Dragons, And Shoot The Bull.

Aunt Mimi Possessed A Horror Of Silence, Which She Battled With Endless Chat. The Typhoid Mary Of The Telephone Started Her Calls At 6:30 Each Morning.

Hollywood Called Just As I Crested Thirty. My Novels Did Not And Still Do Not Interest Them, But My Writing Ability Did.