I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.
In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
You've only got so long to live.