Streetcar Is A Most Wonderful, Wonderful Play.

Fiddle-dee-dee. War, War, War. This War Talk's Spoiling All The Fun At Every Party This Spring. I Get So Bored I Could Scream. Besides, There Isn't Going To Be Any War. . . . If Either Of You Boys Says 'war' Just Once Again, I'll Go In The House And Slam The Door.

Streetcar Is A Most Wonderful, Wonderful Play.

I've Been A Godmother Loads Of Times, But Being A Grandmother Is Better Than Anything.

I've Always Been Mad About Cats.

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.