If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second-greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first-greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.
Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.
That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can’t say ‘No’ in any of them.
I hate writing, I love having written.
I’d like to have money. And I’d like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that’s too adorable, I’d rather have money.
I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.
Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
You can’t teach an old dogma new tricks.
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this – One of you is lying.
All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.
Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.
Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.
If I didn’t care for fun and such, I’d probably amount to much, but I shall stay the way I am, because I do not give a damn.
All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.