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

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

People are more than fun than anybody.

Anthologists are lazy fellows who like to spend a quiet evening at home raiding good books.

Despite his persecutions, Mr. [Upton] Sinclair reveals himself in Money Writes! to be an enviable man. Always the thing he desires to believe is the thing he feels he knows to be true.

Work is the province of cattle.