I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.

We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable.

If she’d been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem.

One of the cool, chaste countries - Canada or Sweden.

The difficulty is, all swing thoughts decay, like radium. What burnt up the course on Wednesday has turned to lead on Sunday. Yet it does not do to have a blank mind: the terrible hugeness of the course will rush into the vacuum and the ball will spray like a thing berserk.

When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas.

I would rather be seated between any two women than any two men at a dinner party.