I Believe In Art That Conceals Art.

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.

People Aren't Grapes - You Can't Weigh Them In A Bunch, But I Guess It's Easier Than Dealing With People As Individuals.

Mother Believed In Enjoying Herself. Aunt Mimi Believed In Enjoying Herself, Then Feeling Guilty About It.

You Sell A Screenplay Like You Sell A Car. If Someone Drives It Off A Cliff, That's It.

He Tried To Drown His Troubles But They Knew How To Swim.