Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.

There is really one city for everyone just as there is one major love.

There is something more annoying than pleasant in finding neighbors from back home chiselling in on your own exclusive New York. It mitigates your triumph in having conquered the great city and brings home the ungratifying truth that anyone can do it.

Joe and Jojo and I had lovely day together. I love Joe so much - more and more.

For a genius to be a genius, he must have a selfless slave between himself and the world.

Yet better for one of my nature to have it that way than to have life a peaceful, placid flow of quiet contentment. I must have days of rushing excitement.

You woke in the morning with the weight of doom on your head. You lay with eyes shut wondering why you dreaded the day; was it a debt, was it a lost love? -and then you remembered the nightmare....This was no time for beauty, for love, or private future....There was no future; everyone waited, marked time, waited. For what?