It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life.

You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important--especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.

The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe thoughts but thoughts worthy of being clothed--the whole thing was absurdly beyond his desires.

No one should live beyond 30.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

Debut: the first time a young girl is seen drunk in public.