He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.
Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.
Writing well is the best revenge.
[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?
Age before beauty, and pearls before swine.
Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.