Perfection bores me, in art, in music; most of all, in people. Luckily, perfection is rare.

To me, writing is not a profession. You might as well call living a profession. Or having children. Anything you can't help doing.

serious difficulties don't vanish by themselves, they are standing around your bed when you open the eyes the next morning.

Courage comes and goes. Hold on for the next supply.

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!

I 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.

A woman who is loved always has success.