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.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.

A lot of young girls together is a romantic secret thing like the first sight of wild ducks at dawn.

It takes a genius to whine appealingly.

It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

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