She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.

We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.