I don’t like people,” said Velvet. “... I only like horses.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.
I am not a born writer, but I was born a writer.
The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.
You will be old-fashioned one day. It’s more shocking than getting old.
One never knows when one is old for certain.
From birth to death we are alone...
The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.