When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.
He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.[L.B. ‘Jeff’ Jefferies: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase, and come back three times?]
When a man and a woman see each other and like each other, they ought to come together, wham, like a couple of taxis on Broadway.
We’ve become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change.