Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.