What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad.

I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.

June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.