I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
No matter how low you go, there's always an unexplored basement.
I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-
In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.
The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.