Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

Conditions in the [movie] industry somehow propose the paradox: "We brought you here for your individuality but while you're here we insist that you do everything to conceal it.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

Baseball is a game played by idiots for morons.

I never blame failure - there are too many complicated situations in life - but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.