Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.

There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.

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

Despite his persecutions, Mr. [Upton] Sinclair reveals himself in Money Writes! to be an enviable man. Always the thing he desires to believe is the thing he feels he knows to be true.

Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.

But I don't give up; I forget why not.