Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and — [He looks up, smiling sadly.] — all of a sudden there's—peace!

People go to the movies instead of moving.

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

Girls that aren't cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.

I don't want realism. I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it!

I know I fib a good deal. After all, a woman's charm is fifty per cent illusion, but when a thing is important I tell the truth. - Blanche Scene II