'I think not anything off the wagon. It arrives too quickly. Let's have something that takes forever. So that we can get drunk and disorderly. Say a soufflé'
'But what can you can say,' inquired Mrs Matthau of Mrs Cooper, 'to someone who's lost a good lover, weighs two hundred pounds, and is in the dead centre of a nervous collapse?'
'Lovely face. Divine photographed from the bazooms up. But the legs are strictly redwood forest. Absolute tree trunks. Anyway, we met her at the Widmarks' and she was moving her eyes around and making all these little noises for Walter's benefit, and I stood it as long as I could, but when I heard Walter say, “How old are you, Karen?” I said, “For God's sake Walter, why don't you cop off her legs and read the rings?” '
'They found him finally, deep in a snowy woods. He was lying in the snow wrapped in a blanket and holding an empty whiskey bottle. He'd killed himself by drinking the whiskey until he'd fallen asleep and frozen to death'
'Ina selected from her salad a leaf of Bibb lettuce, pinned it to a fork, studied it through her black spectacles. 'There is at least one respect in which the rich, the really very rich, are different from… other people. They understand vegetables. Other people- well, anyone can manage roast beef, a great steak, lobsters. But have you ever noticed how, in the homes of the very rich, at the Wrightsmans’ or `Dillons’, at Bunny’s and Babe’s, they always served only the most beautiful vegetables, and the greatest variety? The greenest petits pois, infinitesimal carrots, corn so baby-kerneled and tender it seems almost unborn, lima beans tinier than mice eyes, and the young asparagus! The limestone lettuce! The raw red mushrooms! Zucchini….’Lady Ina was feeling her champagne.’
'Women like me have no other focus, no other way of scheduling our lives; even if he hate him, even if he's an iron head with a cotton heart, it's better than this footloose routine. Freedom may be the most important thing in life, but there's such a thing as too much freedom.'