Part of love is letting a person be who they want to be

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

I only have eyes for you.

Because that's the thing about mean people: They make you think that the world will never work, that there are divides that you will fall into if you approach. It takes a whole lot of good people to fill in the breach created by a single mean one.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

Gone is not forgotten, but our lives cannot be a memorial. This city cannot be a memorial. This city has to be a city. Our lives have to be our lives.