Being In The Depths Of

To Be Completely Woman You Need A Master, And In Him A Compass For Your Life. You Need A Man You Can Look Up To And Respect. If You Dethrone Him It's No Wonder That You Are Discontented, And Discontented Women Are Not Loved For Long.

I Dress For The Image. Not For Myself, Not For The Public, Not For Fashion, Not For Men.

When You're Dead, You're Dead. That's It.

A New Kind Of Award Has Been Added -- The Deathbed Award. It Is Not An Award Of Any Kind. Either The Recipient Has Not Acted At All, Or Was Not Nominated, Or Did Not Win The Award The Last Few Times Around. It Is Intended To Relieve The Guilty Conscience Of The Academy Members And Save Face In Front Of The Public. The Academy Has The Horrible Taste To Have A Star, Choking With Emotion, Present This Deathbed Award So That There Can Be No Doubt In Anybody's Mind Why The Award Is So Hurriedly Given. Lucky Is The Actor Who Is Too Sick To Watch The Proceedings On Television.

Words Can Bruise And Break Hearts, And Minds As Well. There Are No Black And Blue Marks, No Broken Bones To Put In Plaster Casts, And Therefore No Prison Bars For The Offender.