“One more week’s crabbing out of me, and I fear that you will take to throwing eggs. Yet I am forced again to tell a tale of woe, for I have no other. And I can’t, you will admit, just stand up here in front of you and make faces to earn my [...]
“I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.”
“And how I’ll be making my living,
The Lord in His mystery knows.”
From “Pour Prendre Conge”
“But I’m not going to do those he-said she-said things anymore, they’re over, honey, they’re over.”
From “Self-Portrait”
“I’m sorry I’ve given you so much trouble. I couldn’t help it. I just got sunk. Didn’t you ever feel like doing it? When everything looks just lousy to you?”
From Big Blonde
Bohemia
“Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
Playwrights and poets and such horses’ necks
Start off from anywhere, end up at sex.
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Never say nothing, and never say no.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;
God, [...]
“He and I had an office so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.”
From “Writers at Work” 1956
She was a “fair woman of the type that incites some men when they use the word “blonde” to click their tongues and wag their heads roguishly.”
From “Big Blonde”
It serves me right for keeping all my eggs in one bastard.
I require three things in a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.