Years from now, years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me and my nine Brazilian brats. Because yes, they must see this, these lights, the river -- I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion.

I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.

I do not accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.

But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.

I’ve got to do something about the way I look. I mean a girl just can’t go to Sing Sing with a green face.

If I could find a real life place to make me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.