In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers.

The value of books is proportionate to what may be called their plasticity -- their quality of being all things to all men, of being diversely moulded by the impact of fresh forms of thought.

Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.