People Never Believe You.

If There's One Thing I Hate, It's The Movies. Don't Even Mention Them To Me.

I Could Happily Lie Down And Die Sometimes.

It's Nice When Somebody Tells You About Their Uncle. Especially When They Start Out Telling You About Their Father's Farm And Then All Of A Sudden Get More Interested In Their Uncle.

Phooey, I Say, On All White-shoe College Boys Who Edit Their Campus Literary Magazines. Give Me An Honest Con Man Any Day.

People Never Notice Anything.