Could she fall so low? No, there were limits, and she believed she still knew where some of them were.

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

Education must be taken out of the hands of rich illiterates, third rate politicians, and put where it belongs: in the care of scholars. At present the whole University system is rotten to the core, and an appalling waste of time, energy and money.

I've been called a stylist until I really could tear my hair out. And I simply don't believe in style. The style is you.

A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.

advance money is really a delusion, that is to say, I get no more until it is paid out in sales, but still, living from hand to mouth and day to day as I do, a nickel in the hand is more useful than the same nickel next year. What do I know about next year? I've never been there. I don't know any one who has.

Two-thirds of my energies go in trying to save one-third for work.