I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.

I misremember who first was cruel enough to nurture the cocktail party into life. But perhaps it would be not too much to say, in fact it would be not enough to say, that it was not worth the trouble.

Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.

I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

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.