She's quite skinny, like me, but nice skinny. Roller-skate skinny. I watched her once from the window when she was crossing over Fifth Avenue to go to the park, and that's what she is, roller-skate skinny. You'd like her.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.

probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. how well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. she was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that

It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.