They used to have a fish on the menu that was smoked, grilled and peppered They did everything to this fish but pistol-whip it and dress it in Bermuda shorts.

New York is a city of conversations overheard, of people at the next restaurant table (micrometers away) checking your watch, of people reading the stories in your newspaper on the subway train.

Pressed caviar has the consistency of chilled tar.

There is a lovely warmness about feelings of nostalgia as though in one's head one is putting on a pair of comfy old slippers and curling up in front of a fire.

Drawn by warm nostalgic feelings for the place and by two sweet little words: "Open Bar."

Kristin Brown looks as though she could have been mailed first-class to New York for about a dollar and a half.

Grown men have been seen fleeing after reading the menu posted outside.

It's how we work, " his brother said simply. "I plan. Jake refines. Owen organizes. And you growl and grunt.

And I'm not so in love with making people mad that I want to live my life around it.

I know, in my soul, that to eat a creature who is raised to be eaten, and who never has a chance to be a real being, is unhealthy. It's like...you're just eating misery. You're eating a bitter life.

In order to be happy we must first possess inner contentment; and inner contentment doesn't come from having all we want; but rather from wanting and appreciating being grateful for all we have.

It is not easy to be a pioneer but oh, it is fascinating! I would not trade one moment, even the worst moment, for all the riches in the world.

Don't accept the old order. Get rid of it.

When I'm a man, I will be an astronaut, and find Peter Pan on the second star on the right.

Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.

I write songs that are like diary entries. I have to do it in order to feel sane.

If ever you wish to meet intellectual frauds in quantity, go to Paris.