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 know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which has held billions and billions of human beings, not a single one ever had a happy ending.

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

And I'll stay off Verlaine too; he was always chasing Rimbauds.

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.

Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.

I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't true? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God-damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts?