It takes a genius to whine appealingly.
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won’t save us any more than love did.
Isn’t Hollywood a dump – in the human sense of the word? A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.
In fact to write it, it took three months; to conceive it – three minutes; to collect the data in it – all my life.
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.
Idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with them – their only contribution to the human family is to warm a seat at the common table.
I’ll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.
I wanted to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
I never blame failure – there are too many complicated situations in life – but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.
I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.