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

Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

It takes me six months to do a story. I think it out and then write it sentence by sentence - no first draft. I can't write five words but that I change seven.

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen." [From a column dated November 17, 1928]

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?

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.