All those writers who write about their own childhood! Gentle God, if I wrote about mine you wouldn't sit in the same room with me.

God, the bitter misery that reading works into this world! Everybody knows that - everbody who IS everybody. All the best minds have been off reading for years. Look at the swing La Rouchefoucauld took at it. He said that if nobody had ever learned to read, very few people would be in love. Good for you, La Rouchefoucauld; nice going, boy. I wish I’d never learned to read.

Now, look, baby, 'Union' is spelled with 5 letters. It is not a four-letter word.

Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.

I wanted to be cute. That's the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.

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

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.