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.

Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.

Most good women are hidden treasures who are only safe because nobody looks for them.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

All those writers who write about their own childhood! Gentle God, if I wrote about mine you wouldn't sit in the same room with me.

Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.