[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.

The House Beautiful is the play lousy.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

Well, there are always those who cannot distinguish between glitter and glamour . . . the glamour of Isadora Duncan came from her great, torn, bewildered, foolhardy soul.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.

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

They sicken of the calm who know the storm.