Grumbling Is The Death Of Love

Glamour Is What I Sell, It's My Stock In Trade.

Do Let Him Read The Papers. But Not While You Accusingly Tiptoe Around The Room, Or Perch Much Like A Silent Bird Of Prey On The Edge Of Your Most Uncomfortable Chair. (he Will Read Them Anyway, And He Should Read Them, So Let Him Choose His Own Good Time.) Don't Make A Big Exit. Just Go. But Kiss Him Quickly, Before You Go, Otherwise He Might Think You Are Angry; He Is Used To Suspecting He Is Doing Something Wrong.

[on Las Vegas:] I Love That Town. No Clocks. No Locks. No Restrictions.

I'm Worth More Dead Than Alive. Don't Cry For Me After I'm Gone; Cry For Me Now.

Chanel Was A Workaholic. She Must Have Had A Lot To Forget.