Intelligent, thinking people could take things like this in their stride, just as they took the larger absurdities of deadly dull jobs in the city and deadly dull homes in the suburbs. Economic circumstances might force you to live in this environment, but the important thing was to keep from being contaminated. The important thing, always, was to remember who you were.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

Hard work, is the best medicine yet devised for all the ills of man- and of woman.

People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering.

If you haven't written a novel by the time you're forty you never will!

Our ability to measure and apportion time affords an almost endless source of comfort.

Acting might bring on emotional exhaustion, but writing tired your brains out. Writing led to depression and insomnia and walking around all day with a haggard look.