"What are you going to do?" "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink."

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.

I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.

then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.

Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.