There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.

Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.

In every queen there's a touch of floozy.

Familiarity is the thing-the sense of belonging. It grants exemption from all evil, all shabbiness.

A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.

There is no satisfactory explanation of style, no infallible guide to good writing, no assurance that a person who thinks clearly will be able to write clearly, no key that unlocks the door, no inflexible rules by which the young writer may steer his course. He will often find himself steering by stars that are disturbingly in motion.

It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.