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.

Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

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

Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.

[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

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.