The Press May Hate Me, And I

Without Beauty A Girl Is Unhappy Because She Has Missed Her Chance To Be Loved. People Do Not Jeer At Her, They Are Not Cruel To Her, But It Is As If She Were Invisible, No Eyes Follow Her As She Walks. People Feel Uncomfortable When They Are With Her. They Find It Easier To Ignore Her. A Girl Who Is Exceptionally Beautiful, On The Other Hand, Who Has Something Which Too Far Surpasses The Customary Seductive Freshness Of Adolescence, Appears Somehow Unreal. Great Beauty Seems Invariably To Portend Some Tragic Fate.

If Life Is An Illusion It's A Pretty Painful One.

My Novels Are All Ideas.

The Dream Of All Men Is To Meet Little Sluts Who Are Innocent But Ready For All Forms Of Depravity—which Is What, More Or Less, All Teenage Girls Are.

I Think That If Writers Don't Speak About Real Life, It's Because They Don't Know It.