How strange to have failed as a social creature—even criminals do not fail that way—they are the law's "Loyal Opposition," so to speak. But the insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read.

Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

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.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.