The love that dare not speak its name has become the love that won't shut up.

To ask an author who hopes to be a serious writer if his work is autobiographical is like asking a spider where he buys his thread. The spider gets his thread right out of his own guts, and that is where the author gets his writing.

She has been kissed as often as a police-court Bible, and by much the same class of people.

One can always tell it's summer when one sees school teachers hanging about the streets idly, looking like cannibals during a shortage of missionaries.

Money, it is often said, does not bring happiness; it must be added, however, that it makes it possible to support unhappiness with exemplary fortitude.

It was as though she was an exile from a world that saw things her way

Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.