Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living.

...one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.

A lot of young girls together is a romantic secret thing like the first sight of wild ducks at dawn.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

It was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love.

I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

I don't much care where I am anymore, nor expect very much from places.