But I don’t give up; I forget why not.
Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.
I give her sadness and the gift of pain, a new moon madness and a love of rain.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.
I like to have a martini, Two at the very most.
They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
Most good women are hidden treasures who are only safe because nobody looks for them.
I can’t write five words but that I change seven.
When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly...
Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad – Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.
If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people He gives it to.
Guido Natso is natso guido.
If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.
If you’re going to write, don’t pretend to write down. It’s going to be the best you can do, and it’s the fact that it’s the best you can do that kills you.
I don’t want to review books any more. It cuts in too much on my reading.
Everybody’s got their troubles.
Authors and actors and artists and such – Never know nothing, and never know much.
Vice is nice, but liquor is quicker.
All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don’t catch horses going around looking like people, do you?
If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them...