Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compliments to myself.

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.

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.

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

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.

She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.