Brian Gongol
- No matter what subject I carefully opened up, it took Daisy but a few minutes to switch the conversation back to her career. [...] All I could think of now was getting to bed. I don't mean with her - just by myself. Daisy had rung up a record that would last for some time. In three hours, she had talked me into celibacy! Don't think that this episode with Daisy was an unusual experience. It happened to me all the time. Other men met well-educated, rich girls whose fathers owned department stores, oil wells or factories. These daughters of the rich seemingly had no interest in theatrical careers. All they wanted was marriage, a family and a reasonable percentage of their father's income. But as for me, I always picked the Daisies. (p. 276)
- I hope this doesn't sound as though I worship at the shrine of Fort Knox to the exclusion of life's other values, but to those who have never had any, I haven't the words to tell you what a lovely, reassuring, comforting thing money is. I've seen too many theatrical stars wind up supported by their guild, or reduced to extra work on a movie set, to ever sneer at the beauties of a healthy bank account. (p. 330)