Quotes from Patrick Dennis

It circulated for five years, through the halls of fifteen publishers, and finally ended up with Vanguard Press, which as you can see is rather deep into the alphabet.

I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.

I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.

Life is a banquet and most poor s.o.b.'s are starving to death." Auntie Mame

Oh, darling, you know we writers must occasionally stretch a point to heighten the dramatic situation.

Life is a banquet and most poor bastards are starving to death!

Daddy always said that Christmas is a joyous season when suicides and holdups and shoplifting and like that reach a new high and that the best place to spend the whole thing is a Moslem country.

Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!

she thought that 9Am was in the middle of the night

Morning, I soon discovered, was one o'clock for Auntie Mame. Early Morning was eleven, and the Middle of the Night was nine.

She made another sweeping gesture that somehow went wrong because she knocked over the coffee pot and I immediately wrote down six new words which Auntie Mame said to scratch out and forget.

To Mame, conventional thinking and Early American décor are a prison; she advocates total sexual freedom, world travel, and "the feverish excitement of the creative career!" Mame believes that life must be art,

Tipsy actress Vera Charles (who had 'more changes of costume than facial expression,' according to one critic to whom she never spoke again) ...

Auntie Mame sat decoratively on a Louis XIV love seat and discussed the heat, the humidity, how the climate was changing from year to year in New York,

we shopped and we shopped and we shopped, and now we're dying for a drink." She glanced at me. "From the look of you, you suffer from no such problem.

Mame Dennis: That's a B. It's the first letter of a seven-letter word that means your father.

Like most men who are supremely unattractive to women, Cousin Elmore was somehow able to find invitation in every insult, a caress in every blow, come-hither in every go-yonder and a yes in every no.

and they don't have to know about a lot of things that ordinary mortals just don't have to know about!

She was built along the lines of a General Electric refrigerator and looked like a cross between Caligula and a cockatoo. Mother Burnside had beady little eyes, an imperious beak of a nose, sallow skin, and bad breath. She wore a stiff black wig and a stiff black dress and she sat all day long in a darkened drawing room, her pudgy hands - encrusted with dirty diamond rings - folded over her pudgy belly.