The only wealth I'm interested in is a wealth of words.

It is always a matter$$$ my darling$$$ of life or death$$$ as I had forgotten. I wish what I wished you before$$$ but harder.

Any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most.

It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.

If you can't run$$$ you crawl. If you can't crawl — you find someone to carry you.

Very occasionally$$$ if you pay really close attention$$$ life doesn't suck.

There's a time and place for everything$$$ and I believe its called 'fan fiction'.

Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

Beauty (was) a gift which$$$ in the eyes of New York$$$ justified every success$$$ and excused a certain number of failings.

Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.