There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses.

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

I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most.

On lady novelists: As artists they're rot, but as providers they're oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story unless it was fun to do. I understand Ferber whistles at her typewriter.

I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.