Useless as a pulled tooth.

Enemies are an indication of character.

[When working on a book] I have an almost complete detachment from the world I live in, a sort of armor against distraction. I talk to people, move about, appear on the surface much as usual. But later on I have only a confused memory of what has happened during that period.

Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

Useless as a pulled tooth.