Morning, I soon discovered, was one o’clock for Auntie Mame. Early Morning was eleven, and the Middle of the Night was nine.
I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.
Why darling, I’m your Auntie Mame!
Chinchilla is said to be more chic than mink, though personally it reminds me of unborn burlap.
Writing isn’t hard – no harder than ditch digging.
She made another sweeping gesture that somehow went wrong because she knocked over the coffee pot and I immediately wrote down six new words which Auntie Mame said to scratch out and forget.
I wish you wouldn’t use the term Christian where it is so obviously misapplied,” Auntie Mame said steadily.