It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.

What ever beauty may be it has for its basis order and for its essence unity Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.

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.

I was the toast of two continents: Greenland and Australia.

Don't look at me in that tone of voice.