Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.
For a few minutes, everything is so cute that the mind reels.... And then, believe it or not, things get worse. So I shot myself.
Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.
[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?
On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.