The hand that holds the money cracks the whip.
Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.
That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.
New York is not even a city, it's a congerie of rotten villages.
If you have to do it, you can do it.
A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery. But it does have to be furnished with things that mean something to you.