I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

Write the story, take out all the good lines, and see if it still works.

Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

I write description in longhand because that's hardest for me and you're closer to the paper when you work by hand, but I use the typewriter for dialogue because people speak like a typewriter works.

I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?

There can be no great literature in America until her writers have learned to trust her implicitly and love her devoutly.