In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.

Secrets die when kept or revealed. They live by being faintly and uncertainly repeated.

The best hand always believes in playing by the rules.

Fail, and your friends feel superior. Succeed, and they feel resentful.

Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.

My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.

Nothing goes sour more easily than the life of pleasure.