Anything can have happened in Oklahoma. Practically everything has.

Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.

All the difference in the world between the movies and the thrill I get out of a play at the theater. Ay, yes! Like fooling around with paper dolls when you could be playing with a real live baby.

People permit life to slide past them like a deft pickpocket, their purse-not yet missed and now too late-in his hand.

Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt.

I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.