Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.

When your bank account is so overdrawn that it is positively photographic, steps must be taken.

If you're going to write, don't pretend to write down. It's going to be the best you can do, and it's the fact that it's the best you can do that kills you.

I misremember who first was cruel enough to nurture the cocktail party into life. But perhaps it would be not too much to say, in fact it would be not enough to say, that it was not worth the trouble.