Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

I can't talk about Hollywood. It was a horror to me when I was there and it's a horror to look back on. I can't imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn't even refer to the place by name. ''Out there,'' I called it.

If you're going to write, don't pretend to write down. It's going to be the best you can do, and it's the fact that it's the best you can do that kills you.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.