New York is not even a city, it's a congerie of rotten villages.
The hand that holds the money cracks the whip.
You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.
Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.