S. J. Perelman

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

I was a bit challenged when I was younger to stay on the right path.

When I do my makeup, it kind of helps me get into the character that I'm trying to portray.

But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.