Paper is like Joyce Carol Oates: white.

How could I go on my travels without that sweet soul waiting at home for my letters?

What's poetry? It's not real but maybe it's more than real. It's dreaming while you're awake.

I'd go without food if I could have a flower.

NELL. Because that's what an employer is going to have doubts about with a lady as I needn't tell you, whether she's got the guts to push through to a closing situation. They think we're too nice. They think we listen to the buyer's doubts. They think we consider his needs and his feelings.

What I like about a dog it stops people getting after you, they're not going to come round in the night. But they make the place stink because I might want to stay out a few days and when I get back I might want to stay in a few days and a dog can become a tyrant to you.

Parties are a cruel kind of fun.