He was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met. -- William Faulkner
He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them. -- Charles Kingsley
He was so crooked, you could have used his spine for a safety-pin. -- Dorothy L. Sayers
He was so narrow minded he could see through a keyhole with both eyes. -- Molly Irvins
He was so narrow minded that if he fell on a pin it would blind him in both eyes. -- Fred Allen
He was trying to save both his faces. -- John Gunther
He writes his plays for the ages--the ages between five and twelve. -- George Nathan (about George Bernard Shaw)
He'd make a lovely corpse. -- Charles Dickens
He's a full-fledged housewife from Kansas with all the prejudices. -- Gore Vidal (about Truman Capote)
Her body has gone to her head. -- Barbara Stanwyck (about Marilyn Monroe)
Her figure described a set of parabolas that could cause cardiac arrest in a yak. -- Woody Allen
Her only flair is in her nostrils. -- Pauline Kael
Her skin was white as leprosy. -- S. T. Coleridge
Her voice sounded like an eagle being goosed. -- Ralph Novak
His ears made him look like a taxicab with both doors open. -- Howard Hughes ( about Clark Gable)
His face was filled with broken commandments. -- John Masefield
His features resembled a fossilized wash rag. -- Alan Brien
His golf bag does not contain a full set of irons. -- Robin Williams
His ignorance covers the world like a blanket, and there's scarcely a hole in it anywhere. -- Mark Twain
His ignorance is encyclopedic. -- Abba Eban
His mind is so open - so open that ideas simply pass through it. -- F. H. Bradley
His mind is so open that the wind whistles through it. -- Heywood Braun
His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow; it could hold a small amount of nearly anything, but the slightest jarring spilled the soup into somebody's lap. -- Irving Stone (about William Jennings Bryan)
His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork. -- Mae West
His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin. -- John Philpot Curran
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. -- Edmund Wilson (about Evelyn Waugh)
His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with. -- Charles Lamb
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse. -- Woody Allen
I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork. -- Groucho Marx