There are no second acts in American lives.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

The rich get richer and the poor get - children.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.

My latest tendency is to collapse about 11:00 and with the tears flowing from my eyes or the gin rising to their level and leaking over, and tell interested friends or acquaintances that I haven't a friend in the world and likewise care for nobody.

Girls like you are responsible for all the tiresome colorless marriages; all those ghastly inefficiencies that pass as feminine qualities. What a blow it must be when a man with imagination marries the beautiful bundle of clothes that he's been building ideals around, and finds that she's just a weak, whining, cowardly mass of affectations!