... I Was Merely A

... I Was Merely A Disinterested Spectator At The Banquet Of Life.

I Mean, The Question Actors Most Often Get Asked Is How They Can Bear Saying The Same Things Over And Over Again, Night After Night, But God Knows The Answer To That Is, Don't We All Anyway; Might As Well Get Paid For It.

The Vehemence Of My Moral Indignation Surprised Me. Was I Beginning To Have Standards And Principles, And, Oh Dear, Scruples? What Were They, And What Would I Do With Them, And How Much Were They Going To Get In My Way?

What’s The Use Of Remembering Anything? If It Was Unpleasant It Was Unpleasant And If It Was Pleasant It’s Over.

I Hate Champagne More Than Anything In The World Next To Seven-up.