A girl's best friend is her mutter.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.

The writer's way is rough and lonely, and who would choose it while there are vacancies in more gracious professions, such as, say, cleaning out ferryboats?

Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.

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

[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.