It’s not a slam at you when people are rude – it’s a slam at the people they’ve met before.
It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people.
It took him a moment to respond to the unguarded sweetness of her smile, her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
It takes two to make an accident.
It takes a genius to whine appealingly.
It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
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 not life that’s complicated, it’s the struggle to guide and control life.
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.
