You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.

You must be prepared to work always without applause.

Scott Fitzgerald was mortally afraid of lightning.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

Paris is so very beautiful that it satisfies something in you that is always hungry in America.

Never confuse movement with action.