Los Angeles Is A Very Transient Town.

I Was A Ballerina. I Had To Quit After I Injured A Groin Muscle. It Wasn't Mine.

Men Who Write Love Letters Don't Live In This Century.

Men Don't Live Well By Themselves. They Don't Even Live Like People. They Live Like Bears With Furniture.

My Mother Was The Worst Cook Ever. In School, When We Traded Lunches, I Had To Throw In An Article Of Clothing.

Don't Try To Teach Men How To Do Anything In Public. They Can Learn In Private; In Public They Have To Know.