S. J. Perelman Quotes
| Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck. |
| Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring. |
| Their the waiters' eyes sparkled and their pencils flew as she proceeded to eviscerate my wallet - p‰tŽ, Whitstable oysters, a sole, filet mignon, and a favorite salad of the Nizam of Hyderabad made of shredded five-pound notes. |
