A character who is thought-out is not born, he or she is contrived. A born character is round, a thought-out character is flat.

Afraid? I can dodge folly without backing into fear.

Dignities are like faces; no two are the same.

Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.

I like to walk around Manhattan, catching glimpses of its wild life, the pigeons and cats and girls.

What the tongue has promised, the body must submit to.

I will ride my luck on occasion, but I like to pick the occasion.