I Like Any Place That Isn't Here.

I Don't Know What It Is That Makes A Writer Go To His Desk In His Shut-off Room Day After Day After Year After Year Unless It Is The Sure Knowledge That Not To Have Done The Daily Stint Of Writing That Day Is Infinitely More Agonizing Than To Write.

In New York The Sky Is Bluer, And The Grass Is Greener, And The Girls Are Prettier, And The Steaks Are Thicker, And The Buildings Are Higher, And The Streets Are Wider, And The Air Is Finer, Than The Sky, Or The Grass, Or The Girls, Or The Steaks, Or The Air Of Any Place Else In The World.

Being An Old Maid Is Like Death By Drowning, A Really Delightful Sensation After You Cease To Struggle.

A Woman Can Look Both Moral And Exciting... If She Also Looks As If It Was Quite A Struggle.

Nicknames Are Fond Names. We Do Not Give Them To People We Dislike.