She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.

Though he was by no means a sloppy type was gifted with the special capability of making many mistakes, mostly in the right direction. I envied him for this, and tried in vain to imitate him, but found it quite difficult to make good mistakes.

Her fluency was marvelous. She would say things at random, intricate, flamelike, or slide off into a parenthetical limbo peppered with fireworks — admirable linguistic feats which a practiced writer might struggle for hours to achieve.

Brilliant creations are often born of small errors.

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

She was an expert at the art of sudden appearance.

It is the privilege of true genius, and certainly of the genius that opens a new road, to make without punishment great mistakes.

Romance at short notice was her speciality.

Musicians, actors, athletes, philosophers, scientists, writers understand that brilliant creations are often born of small errors.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

and she always had a way with her brokenness. She would take her pieces and make them beautiful.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

My mistakes have been my greatest mentors.