...American book jackets reflect the spirit of country - little homogeneity, lots of diversity.

I never thought I was a bad person. I just thought I was the one good person living in a world of bad people.

...his vacant eyes took on a more sinister look, taking notice of us for the first time, a stranger in our midst, a monster.

I admire hard-bitten, wisecracking realism of Ida Lupino and the film noir heroines. I'm sick of simpering white girls with their princess fantasies.

Some secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.

People are never quiet. It's go, go, go. I'm a go-getter, but you need rest and silence, just to sit around and think about things.

I was always a self-conscious person.

What a singular fact for an angel visitant to this earth to carry back in his note-book, that men were forbidden to expose their bodies under the severest penalties!

Depth has one address: fidelity in love.

When you hit rock bottom, you have nowhere to go but up.

It is difficult to argue with the belly, for it has no ears.