“Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.”

You’re bound to get ideas if you go thinkin’ about stuff.

It’s almost impossible to read a fine thing without wanting to do a fine thing.

If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.

If you want to destroy a nation, give it too much – make it greedy, miserable and sick.

I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.

How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children? You can’t scare him–he has known a fear beyond every other.

With all our horrors and faults, somewhere in us there is a shining.

Socialism is just another form of religion, and thus delusional.

Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper.

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influences and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror.

A writer lives in awe of words, for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

If you’re in trouble, or hurt or need – go to the poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help – the only ones.

I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.

I believe that love cannot be bought except with love.

Only mediocrity escapes criticism.

I don’t want to be made to look like I’m 25. I’m 39. I don’t have any issues with my age.

Don’t worry about looking good – worry about achieving your goals.

As I’ve gotten older, I like longer dresses, but my legs come up to my ears, and I’m not very tall, so when I wear a short skirt,I’ve got to be really conscious.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

In L.A., I’m twice the size – height and everything else – of most of the other actresses who are going for an audition.

I’m excited to be home, not wear makeup, and wear onesies.

I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.