In New York you've got to have all the luck.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.