Los Angeles is a Yukon for crime-story writers.

Women have been brought up much like slaves, that is, to lie.

The sensuality, delicacy of literature does not exist for me; only the passion, energy and struggle… Most of my friends deplore this: they are always telling me what I should leave out in order to have success. But I know that nothing has more success in the end than an intelligent ferocity.

Socialist writers are made of sterner stuff than those who only let their characters steeplechase through trouble in order to comeout first in the happy ending of moral uplift.

Weak, tea-drinking, effeminate, ineffectual--masters of India, robbers of South Africa, bedevillers of all Europe.

Old age and youth cannot live together.

Love is feared: it dissolves society, it's unpopular, and it's very rare.