Just two days in Manhattan and you find yourself looking for a place to wash your handkerchief after you wipe your forehead and it comes away black. Is there a dirtier or more fascinating city anywhere in the land? The answer to both parts of the question has to be positively negative.

I sometimes worry about my short attention span, but not for long.

Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.

The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.

The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever.

Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many.

The world of Manhattan is small and tightly knit, and the man on top retains a certain humility. He knows how far and fast he can fall by looking at the guy across the street. The view from the $250,000 apartment covers a lot of ground, most of it condemned.