The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

Comparing The Brooklyn That I Know With Manhattan Is Like Comparing A Comfortable And Complacent Duenna To Her More Brilliant And Neurotic Sister.

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

People Felt Themselves Watching Him Even Before They Knew That There Was Anything Different About Him. His Eyes Made A Person Think That He Heard Things That No One Else Had Ever Heard, That He Knew Things No One Had Ever Guessed Before. He Did Not Seem Quite Human.

But All The Time-no Matter What She Was Doing-there Was Music.