And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.

It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.

It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.

Success comes to a writer as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.

I believe the only way a writer can keep himself up to the mark is by examining each story quite coldly before he starts writing it and asking himself if it is all right as a story. I mean, once you go saying to yourself, 'This is a pretty weak plot as it stands, but I'm such a hell of a writer that my magic touch will make it okay,' you're sunk. If they aren't in interesting situations, characters can't be major characters, not even if you have the rest of the troop talk their heads off about them.

Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.