A Woman Can Look Both

I Don't Know What It Is That Makes A Writer Go To His Desk In His Shut-off Room Day After Day After Year After Year Unless It Is The Sure Knowledge That Not To Have Done The Daily Stint Of Writing That Day Is Infinitely More Agonizing Than To Write.

I Never Would Just Open A Door And Walk Through, I Had To Bust It Down For The Hell Of It. I Just Naturally Liked Doing Things The Hard Way.

All The Difference In The World Between The Movies And The Thrill I Get Out Of A Play At The Theater. Ay, Yes! Like Fooling Around With Paper Dolls When You Could Be Playing With A Real Live Baby.

One Can Summon Courage And Fortitude To Face Tragedy; Irritations And Frustrations Are A Cloud Of Mosquitoes That Nip And Sting And Drive One Frantic.

But Always, To Her, Red And Green Cabbages Were To Be Jade And Burgundy, Chrysoprase And Prophyry. Life Has No Weapons Against A Woman Like That.