Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.

Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

All things come to him who mates.

In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.