Despite his persecutions, Mr. [Upton] Sinclair reveals himself in Money Writes! to be an enviable man. Always the thing he desires to believe is the thing he feels he knows to be true.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.

[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?

Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.

But I don't give up; I forget why not.

I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.