S. J. Perelman: Where would the Rockefellers be today if old John D. h...

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

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The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.

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The main obligation is to amuse yourself.

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I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.

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I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

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I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing.

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If, at the close of business each evening, I myself can understand what I've written, I feel the day hasn't been totally wasted.

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There is such a thing as too much couth.

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I have no truck with lettuce, cabbage, and similar chlorophyll. Any dietitian will tell you that a running foot of apple strudel contains four times the vitamins of a bushel of beans.

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I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.

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I cannot recall a more engaging passage in fiction, and I've been trying for almost eighteen seconds.

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English life, while very pleasant, is rather bland. I expected kindness and gentility and I found it, but there is such a thing as too much couth.

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too-much found kindness

There are nineteen words in Yiddish that convey gradations of disparagement, from a mild, fluttery helplessness to a state of downright, irreconcilable brutishness. All of them can be usefully employed to pinpoint the kind of individuals I write about.

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If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may pitchfork you into adventure or, by the same token, may not.

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The worst disgrace that can befall a producer is an unkind notice from a New York reviewer. When this happens, the producer becomes a pariah in Hollywood. He is shunned by his friends, thrown into bankruptcy, and like a Japanese electing hara-kiri, he commits suttee.

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Do you know anything at all that nobody else knows or, for that matter, gives a damn about? If you do, then sit tight, because one of these days you're going to Hollywood as a technical supervisor on a million dollar movie.

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"In France," Marcel said with wintry dignity, "accidents occur in the bedroom, not the kitchen."

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I used to pride myself on being impervious to the sentimentalities of soap opera, but when that loveliest of actresses, Rachel Gurney, of Upstairs, Downstairs, perished on the Titanic, I wept so convulsively and developed such anorexia that I had to be force-fed.

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I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.

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I found the pearl of the Orient slightly less exciting than a rainy Sunday evening in Rochester.

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Where would the Rockefellers be today if old John D. had gone on selling short-weight kerosene ... to widows and orphans instead of wisely deciding to mulct the whole country.