Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

[Hospitalized and pressing the nurse's button before dictating letters to her secretary:] This should assure us of at least forty-five minutes of undisturbed privacy.

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

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

I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

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.