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There Is No Such Thing As Bad Publicity Except Your Own Obituary.

New York Is My Lourdes, Where I Go For Spiritual Refreshment... A Place Where You're Least Likely To Be Bitten By A Wild Goat.

Ninety-seven Saint Days A Year Wouldn't Affect The Theater, But Two Yom Kippurs Would Ruin It.

If It Was Raining Soup, The Irish Would Go Out With Forks.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.