“Fate was playing my hand for me and for once in my life I knew better than not to go ahead and let it.”

“I had nothing better to do, had I, except recount my money and repaint my finger-nails and die of frustration?”

“The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?”

“Please forgive me, but I've never had to change my mind so often at such short notice in my whole life. It's quite breathtaking. You see, first I thought you wanted my body, then I thought you wanted my love, then my life even, happily-ever-after and all that sort of thing, and now it turns out it is merely my money. Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you.' ...For what?' ...For restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.”

“That's the story of my life. Someone's behavior strikes me as a bit odd and the next thing I know all hell breaks loose.”

“I imagined there must be hundreds and thousands and millions of people quiet in the dark out there, waiting with baited breath for me, up on that stage and bathed in colored lights, to say something. I opened my mouth and—hooray—they were going to listen.”

“I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.”