I love things that are old and glittery, that come with layers of glamour and past lives.

But that was the problem with New York: No matter how succesful you thought you were, there was always someone who was richer, more successful, more famous.. The idea of it was sometimes enough to make you want to give up.

That was the wonderful thing about New York: Years of bad blood could be wiped out with a single gesture of friendliness.

Beware what you consume, lest you appetite grow by what it feeds on.

When one good thing happened to you, other good things seemed to follow.

I love Chicago. I lived there briefly for three months and kept a boat under one of those space-age buildings. It was very Jetsons.