Madame....gloatingly Savored Her Words As Earlier She

The Place Smelled Of Fairgrounds, Of Lazy Crowds, Of Nights When You Stayed Out Because You Couldn't Go To Bed, And It Smelled Like New York, Of Its Calm And Brutal Indifference.

I Am At Home Everywhere, And Nowhere. I Am Never A Stranger And I Never Quite Belong.

We Are All Potentially Characters In A Novel--with The Difference That Characters In A Novel Really Get To Live Their Lives To The Full.

For 30 Years I Have Tried To Make It Understood That There Are No Criminals.

The Fact That We Are I Don't Know How Many Millions Of People, Yet Communication, Complete Communication, Is Completely Impossible Between Two Of Those People, Is To Me One Of The Biggest Tragic Themes In The World