Joan Crawford (in response to her housekeeper’s prayer)
No god damn prayer can keep me here.
Not yours. And certainly not mine.
I’ll be dammed to hell twice and back again
if I’ll be made an absolute idiot
on my own death bed. Leave me something
you bitch. There should be some dignity in dying.
And you are not my director. “Dammit!
Don’t you dare ask God to help me!”