From that time through the time I was a New Dramatist, when I was something like twenty-two, I saw absolutely everything in New York. Absolutely everything.

Stream of the living world Where dash the billows of strife!-- One plunge in the mighty torrent Is a year of tamer life! City of glorious days, Of hope, and labour and mirth, With room and to spare, on thy splendid bays For the ships of all the earth!

I like a New York accent.

When you move to New York, especially, you feel like you need to be something.

I'm kind of an old theater guy, so I'm sort of attuned to it. Like, when I go to New York, I go to plays.

If it's December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?