The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.

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

His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.

His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.

I shudder at the thought of men.... I'm due to fall in love again

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.