Rest here with me a moment,” he said, “and let the world go to hell.

Vanity and prejudice have as usual played havoc with the truth, and Mr. Topper’s reputation has been tossed into a furnace of frantically wagging tongues. The.

Without so much as turning a hair I freely admit that I am one of America's greatest realists.

Like life itself my stories have no point and get absolutely nowhere.

Quite casually I wander into my plot, poke around with my characters for a while, then amble off, leaving no moral proved and no reader improved.

If men had to have babies there wouldn’t be any sex life left.

She reads a lot of books. Good things, books.