It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.

There are two kinds of truth; The truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The fist of these is science and the second is art.

Good critical writing is measured by the perception and evaluation of the subject; bad critical writing by the necessity of maintaining the professional standing of the critic.

He (The Agent) just takes ten per cent of your life.

The agent never receipts his bill, puts his hat on and bows himself out. He stays around forever, not only for as long as you can write anything that anyone will buy, but as long as anyone will buy any portion of any right to anything that you ever did write. He just takes ten per cent of your life.

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back.