I've been in New York only a few days and I have learned only two words of your language: one is Swell, and the other is Lousy. ... 'It's swell to be with you and excuse, please, my lousy English!
Vicki BaumA man with money to pay for a meal can talk about hunger without demeaning himself. ... But for a man with no money hunger is a disgrace.
Vicki BaumTo me, writing is not a profession. You might as well call living a profession. Or having children. Anything you can't help doing.
Vicki Baummen don't make different mistakes at different periods of their lives. They make the same mistake over and over again and they pay a bigger and bigger price for it.
Vicki BaumMarriage always demands the greatest understanding of the art of insincerity possible between two human beings.
Vicki BaumCurious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.
Vicki BaumWhat I like about Hollywood is that one can get along by knowing two words of English -- SWELL and LOUSY.
Vicki BaumWorries are the most stubborn habits in the world. Even after a poor man has won a huge lottery prize, he will still for months wake up in the night with a start, worrying about food and rent.
Vicki BaumThe most remarkable thing about Hollywood is that it does not exist. ... Hollywood, in a word, has no center, never had one, no city hall, court house, church, square, or rather it probably has some of those but they're so aimlessly thrown in with the general jumble ... that I, for one, never found them.
Vicki Baumthe seat of the greatest patriotic loyalties is in the stomach. Long after giving up all attachment to the land of his birth, the naturalized American citizen holds fast to the food of his parents.
Vicki Baumserious difficulties don't vanish by themselves, they are standing around your bed when you open the eyes the next morning.
Vicki BaumA writer should always have some profession which brings him into close contact with the reality's of life.
Vicki BaumI was growing tired of all the fussing and prevaricating, of the stolen hours and the secret rendez-vous; of the small indignities and broad discomfort that are part and parcel of adultery.
Vicki Baum