Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

The House Beautiful is the play lousy.

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.

Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.

Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.

His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

On lady novelists: As artists they're rot, but as providers they're oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story unless it was fun to do. I understand Ferber whistles at her typewriter.