If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living.

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.

I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon--down here everybody thinks he's Christ.

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.

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

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.