Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
That's what all we are: amateurs. We don't live long enough to be anything else.
Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain.
In this book I do not intend to give a blow-by-blow description of a sex bout: I find them inartistic, clinical and unpoetic. The circumstances that lead up to sex I find more interesting.
All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl.
When we got off the streetcar at Times Square, it was somewhat of a letdown. Newspapers were blowing about the road and pavement, and Broadway looked seedy, like a slovenly woman just out of bed.