Hangover: the wrath of grapes.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.
But I don't give up; I forget why not.
I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.
Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.
How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack.
Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.
Now, look, baby, 'Union' is spelled with 5 letters. It is not a four-letter word.
Dance, you jazz-mad puppets of fate, and.
Tell him I was too fucking busy-- or vice versa.
Iubirea e ca mercurul in mana. Tine-o deschisa si iti va ramane in plama; strange pumnul si iti va curge printre degete.
Let the past die, my child, and go gaily on from its unmarked grave.
He and I had an office so tiny, that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.
For years I have been crouching in corners hissing small and ladylike anathema of Theodore Dreiser.
Humor to me, Heaven help me, takes in many things. There must be courage; there must be no awe. There must be criticism, for humor, to my mind, is encapsulated in criticism. There must be a disciplined eye and a wild mind. There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.
It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.
A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
I hate writing. I love having written.
I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.
The best way to keep children home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of the tires.
The only ism Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.
There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.
Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn....
That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.
All right, God, send me to hell. You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think Your hell is worse than mine.
Why, that dog is practically a Phi Beta Kappa. She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw -- I don't say she will but she can.
For a few minutes, everything is so cute that the mind reels.... And then, believe it or not, things get worse. So I shot myself.
One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'cheque enclosed.
I don't know," she said. "We used to squabble a lot when we were going together and then engaged and everything, but I thought everything would be so different as soon as you were married. And now I feel so sort of strange and everything. I feel so sort of alone.
I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.
They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
By the time you swear you're his, shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is infinite,undying-Lady,make a note of this: One of you is lying.
I regret to say that during the first act of this, I fell so soundly asleep that the gentleman who brought me piled up a barricade of overcoat, hat, stick, and gloves between us to establish a separation in the eyes of the world, and went into an impersonation of A Young Man Who Has Come to the Theater Unaccompanied.
She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.
Mrs. Ewing was a short woman who accepted the obligation borne by so many short women to make up in vivacity what they lack in number of inches from the ground.
I like it better in the dusk, like this. It's sweet. Dusk is so personal, somehow.
Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.
Please don't let me hope, dear God. Please don't.
Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.
Honest, I won't ever do it again. I'll go straight, after this. I'll never go to bed again, if I can only sleep now.
I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.
Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
