I fell into writing, I suppose, being one of those awful children who wrote verses. I went to a convent in New York-the Blessed Sacrament... I was fired from there, finally, for a lot of things, among them my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.

Heterosexuality is not normal, it's just common.

If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folks that cause me pains :)

Writing well is the best revenge.

[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?

Said of her husband on the day their divorce became final: Oh, don't worry about Alan. . . . Alan will always land on somebody's feet.

If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.