Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.

Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don't know ten souls who read him without a middleman.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.

[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.