That Instinct For Human Character That Is

An Autobiography Is Only 'a Sort Of Life' - It May Contain Less Errors Of Fact Than A Biography, But It Is Of Necessity Even More Selective: It Begins Later And It Ends Prematurely.

My Two Fingers On A Typewriter Have Never Connected With My Brain. My Hand On A Pen Does. A Fountain Pen, Of Course. Ball-point Pens Are Only Good For Filling Out Forms On A Plane.

Self-expression Is A Hard And Selfish Thing. It Eats Everything, Even The Self. At The End You Find You Haven't Even Got A Self To Express.

I Want Men To Admire Me, But That's A Trick You Learn At School--a Movement Of The Eyes, A Tone Of Voice, A Touch Of The Hand On The Shoulder Or The Head. If They Think You Admire Them, They Will Admire You Because Of Your Good Taste, And When They Admire You, You Have An Illusion For A Moment That There's Something To Admire.

I've Caught Belief Like A Disease. I've Fallen Into Belief Like I Fell In Love.