Every love's the love before in a duller dress.
Lips that taste of tears, they say, are the best for kissing.
So they still are quick and well who should be, by rights, in hell.
I hate almost all rich people, but i think i'd be darling at it.
Tell him i'm too fucking busy. No, wait a minute, reverse that.
Their pooled emotions wouldn’t fill a teaspoon.
You can’t take it with you, and even if you did, it would probably melt.
You were perfectly fine.
Tell him i'm fucking busy-- or vice versa
My own dear love, he is all my world - and I wish I'd never met him.
I know that ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.
This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it
The swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age
Out in hollywood, where the streets are paved with goldwyn....
I think that the direction in which a writer should look is around.
One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.
His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing
People who do things exceed my endurance; god, for a man that solicits insurance!
I've never been a millionaire but I know I'd be just darling at it.
When I get up in the morning i brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid i've lost the knack.
She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.
They say of me, and so they should, it's doubtful if I come to good.