We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything

The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.

I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.

Within your own generation-the same songs, the same wars, the same attitudes toward those wars, the same rules and radio shows in the air-you can gauge the possibilities and impossibilities. With a person of another generation, you are treading water, playing with fire.

Human was the music, natural was the static.

It's great to have an enemy. Sharpens your senses.

In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.