People permit life to slide past them like a deft pickpocket, their purse-not yet missed and now too late-in his hand.
Edna FerberIn New York the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener, and the girls are prettier, and the steaks are thicker, and the buildings are higher, and the streets are wider, and the air is finer, than the sky, or the grass, or the girls, or the steaks, or the air of any place else in the world.
Edna Ferber