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.

I can't talk about Hollywood. It was a horror to me when I was there and it's a horror to look back on. I can't imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn't even refer to the place by name. ''Out there,'' I called it.

Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.

Benchley and I had an office in the old Life magazine that was so tiny, if it were an inch smaller it would have been adultery.

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.

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

Art is a form of catharsis.