“Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.”

“His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.”

“Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.”

“Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn....”

“Where's the man that could ease a heart like a satin gown?”

“Little WordsWhen you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;And I can only stare, and shape my griefIn little words.I cannot conjure loveliness, to drownThe bitter woe that racks my cords apart.The weary pen that sets my sorrow downFeeds at my heart.There is no mercy in the shifting year,No beauty wraps me tenderly about.I turn to little words- so you, my dear,Can spell them out.”

“She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw —I don't say she will, but she can.”