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

There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement.

[On James Gould Cozzens' By Love Possessed:] It is a vast enterprise encompassing all sorts of love, except, naturally, those branches which extend to Jews, Negroes, and people who have lost track of their great-grandparents.

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most.