New York is the only real city-city.

Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I talk. And they're always wrong.

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

I'll pay you a million dollars if you tell your life story for true.

It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.

It's redundant to die in Los Angeles.

I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough.