Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

I'm getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime. / Pull out the stopper! Let's have a whopper! / But get me to the church on time!.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

You write a hit the same way you write a flop.

The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot. By order summer lingers through September In Camelot.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.

Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

You see what happens today. Women act like men and want to be treated like women.

Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can't a woman be like that?

A wounded animal yet bears teeth

Being able to do what you wish is the best thing in the world!

What I have taught with my lips I now seal with my blood.

[Dennis] Etchison would write stories that were just punch lines at the end. You wouldn't realize something horrific was happening until the last paragraph.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what?

Exploit a subject or a theme to its greatest potential by bringing all possible reference to bear - then put aside the reference and create again using the potential of your unfettered imagination.

He alone is great Who by a life heroic conquers fate.

Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

What is revolution except a systematic way for one species to eat another alive?