She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained.

It is a fact of big cities that one girl's darkest how is always another's moment of shining triumph, and New York is the biggest and cruelest city of them all.

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

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

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.