It's written into the Constitution that you're allowed to pursue happiness. In England it would be considered a frivolous objective.

In New York, I find people so courteous and so generous. Free drinks in bars. Free taxi rides.

Everybody who's been on television more than once wears in public an expression of fatuous affability. Because you may be addressed at any moment by somebody.

You can behave as badly as you like in America. Nobody notices.

You can't be a person and a lady. If you're a person, you can open the damned door yourself.

Every day someone notices me and waves to me, or stops and speaks to me, or asks me for an autograph, or photographs me.

As a test of the closeness of your relationship with the world, sex could never be a patch on being murdered. (That's when someone really does risk his life for you.)