Well, there are always those who cannot distinguish between glitter and glamour . . . the glamour of Isadora Duncan came from her great, torn, bewildered, foolhardy soul.

There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.

Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.

There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.

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.

Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.

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