Katey's the hottest bookworm you'll ever meet. If you took all the books that she's read and piled them in a stack, you could climb to the Milky Way.

If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.

That's the problem with living in New York. You've got no New York to run away to.

That's how quickly New York City comes about - like a weather wane - or the head of a cobra. Time tells which.

I’m willing to be under anything, she said, as long as it isn’t somebody’s thumb.

There are few things so disarming as one who laughs well at her own expense.

That's the problem with being born in New York, the old newsman observed a little sadly. You've got no New York to run away to.

Most New Yorkers spent their lives somewhere between the fruit cart and the fifth floor. To see the city from a few hundred feet above the riffraff was pretty celestial. We gave the moment its due.

Leaders are hard workers. They never expect more out of the people around them than they are willing to give themselves.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Everyone in daily life carries such a heavy mixed burden on his own conscience that he is reluctant to penalize those who have been caught.

Every journey is played out between standstill and flight.

Life gets boring, someone invents another necessity, and once again we turn the crank on the screwjack of progress hoping that nobody gets screwed.

A play is a painting that moves. Instead of it holding still, and you are looking at it, you hold still and it scrolls by.

I died to the law so that I might live for God.

I have never admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when there are not.

If you are going to survive in business, show business or any business, then you have to be bold.