The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

I'm not much like myself any more.

You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin to write, when you have not yet developed the tricks of interesting people on paper, when you have none of the technique which it takes time to learn. When, in short, you have only your emotions to sell.

She knew few words and believed in none.

But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.