“Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.”

I’ve given myself away, the whole of me, every part.

Men who think that a woman’s past love affairs lessen her love for them are usually stupid and weak.

In spite of everything life is not without hope.

Who said nights were for sleep?

No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they’re pretty, even if they aren’t.

Always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie

If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.

I’ve been on a calendar, but never on time.

A smart girl leaves before she is left

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.

I restore myself when I’m alone.

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn’t that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.

Love and work are the only two real things in our lives. They belong together, otherwise it is off. Work is in itself a form of love.

It’s better for the whole world to know you, even as a sex star, than never to be known at all.

The true things rarely get into circulation. It’s usually the false things.

I don’t want to make money. I just want to be wonderful.

It’s absolutely fatal to your writing to think about how your work will be received. It’s a betrayal of whatever talent you have.

If you do not express your own original ideas, if you do not listen to your own being, you will have betrayed yourself.

Most of us regard good luck as our right, and bad luck as a betrayal of that right.

Timidity betrays want of powers, and audacity a want of skill. There are, indeed, two things, knowledge and opinion, of which the one makes its possessor really to know, the other to be ignorant.

The public weal requires that men should betray, and lie, and massacre.

The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind.

Judas betrayed Jesus. Lady Red betrayed John Dillinger. Those things happen.

I was a child, and my mother was psychotic. She loved me, but I didn’t really feel I had a mother. And when you live with somebody who is paranoid and thinks you’re trying to kill them all the time, you tend to feel a little betrayed.