You don’t want a general houseworker, do you? Or a traveling companion, quiet, refined, speaks fluent French entirely in the present tense? Or an assistant billiard-maker? Or a private librarian? Or a lady car-washer? Because if you do, I should appreciate your giving me a trial at the job. Any minute now, I am going to become one of the Great Unemployed. I am about to leave literature flat on its face. I don’t want to review books any more. It cuts in too much on my reading.

I don't want to review books any more. It cuts in too much on my reading.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!

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

[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.