In this man’s smile was all the unfairness of the world in its thuggish seduction. “Just come with me. We’ll take care of you.” “No, you won’t.” Taylor stroked the man’s cheek. She reached her arms up to cradle the back of his head and, with the skill of a champion, she broke his neck. Then she dragged him into the bushes, took his gun and walkie-talkie, and kept moving.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."

Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.