Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.

simon: that's disgusting! me: what's disgusting? simon: you know. you put your thing in the place where he, um, defecates.