A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.

But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

Modern life... changes no longer century by century, but year by year, ten times faster than it ever has before-populations doubling, civilizations unified more closely with other civilizations, economic interdependence, racial questions, and-we're dawdling along. My idea is that we've got to go very much faster.

To most women art is a form of scandal.

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Human sympathy has its limits.