Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.

Writing is the art of applying the ass to the seat.

Perhaps it suddenly brought to us the sense of change. Or irresponsibility. But don't forget that, though the people in the twenties seemed like flops, they weren't. Fitzgerald, the rest of them, reckless as they were, drinkers as they were, they worked damn hard and all the time.

I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.

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

Everybody's got their troubles.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.