It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.
The plot is so tired that even this reviewer, who in infancy was let drop by a nurse with the result that she has ever since been mystified by amateur coin tricks, was able to guess the identity of the murderer from the middle of the book.
The writer’s way is rough and lonely, and who would choose it while there are vacancies in more gracious professions, such as, say, cleaning out ferryboats?
She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.
On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?
Hollywood money isn’t money. It’s congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
On lady novelists: As artists they’re rot, but as providers they’re oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story unless it was fun to do. I understand Ferber whistles at her typewriter.
His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.
There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.
Now, look, baby, ‘Union’ is spelled with 5 letters. It is not a four-letter word.
Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.
A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
Quick!! Act as if nothing has happened!
I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but I’ll bet I’d be darling at it.
She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.
The ones I like are ‘cheque’ and ‘enclosed.’
I wanted to be cute. That’s the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.
The Monte Carlo casino refused to admit me until I was properly dressed so I went and found my stockings, and then came back and lost my shirt.
Q: What’s the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can’t hear an enzyme.
Four be the things I’d have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.