This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

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

Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.

[On Edna Ferber's Ice Palace] ... the book, which is going to be a movie, has the plot and characters of a book which is going to be a movie.

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

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.