...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

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

[On James Gould Cozzens' By Love Possessed:] It is a vast enterprise encompassing all sorts of love, except, naturally, those branches which extend to Jews, Negroes, and people who have lost track of their great-grandparents.

I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets.... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.

Authors and actors and artists and such - Never know nothing, and never know much.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.