Of her second husband:
"Oh, don't worry about Alan. Alan will always land on somebody's feet."

Of her second husband:
"Oh, don't worry about Alan. Alan will always land on somebody's feet."
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning, "You can't have everything."
Hemmingway avoids New York, for he has the most valuable asset an artist can possess - the fear of what he knows is bad for him.
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
On being asked if she was going to join Alcoholics Anonymous :
"Certainly not. They'd want me to stop now."
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke:
And that, I think, is worse.
Of a play by Channing Pollock:
"The House Beautiful" is The Play Lousy.
When the New Yorker editor, Harold Ross, asked her why she hadn't been to the office during the week to write her usual piece:
"Someone was using the pencil."
Telegram sent to two friends who had been living together and then got married:
"WHAT'S NEW?"
The ugliest modern gesture - that of a man looking at his wrist-watch!
When the New Yorker editor, Harold Ross, asked her why she hadn't been to the office during the week to write her usual piece:
"Someone was using the pencil."
...Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
Did I enjoy the party? One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
Observation
If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
If I'm in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again.
If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much.
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.
Of a mongrel:
"All too obviously, it was the living souvenir of a mother who had never been able to say no."
To a neighbour who tolder her her dog was a female:
"I always call dogs 'he'. It don't do to notice everything."
Sure, you make Money writing on the coast, and God knows you earn it, but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.
Asked what she did for fun:
"Everything that isn't writing is fun."