I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.

Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.