Why darling, I’m your Auntie Mame!
I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.
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.
Morning, I soon discovered, was one o’clock for Auntie Mame. Early Morning was eleven, and the Middle of the Night was nine.
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.