In politics madame you need two things: friends but above all an enemy.

I'll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise - it had been a difficult night the night before - and a client said to me 'Good God Vidal what happened to your face?' And I said 'Oh nothing madam I just fell over a hairpin.'

I had this wild imagination. I was never me. All my childhood photos I'm in fancy dress playing a Russian refuge or Marvelous Mad Madam Mim.

Madam I have been looking for a person who disliked gravy all my life let us swear eternal friendship.

Madame all stories if continued far enough end in death and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

Hell madam is to love no longer.