Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

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

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

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.

All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?