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.

All really interesting girls invent themselves.

She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.

Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.

Among her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.

Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.

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.