I have written a great many stories and I still don't know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances.

I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.

It is one of the triumphs of the human that he can know a thing and still not believe it.

All of them had a restlessness in common.

The difficulty of course is that I like women. It is only wives I am in trouble with.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.