I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.

[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?

Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

Genius can write on the back of old envelopes but mere talent requires the finest stationery available.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.