You like it in jail?''It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?

To say goodbye is to die a little.

There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.

I'm killing time and it's dying hard.

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.

You like it in jail?""It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?

You like it in jail?It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?

One would think a writer would be happy here -- if a writer is every happy anywhere.

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.

His laugh and his voice were both pleasant. He talked the way New Yorkers used to talk before they learned to talk Flatbush.

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.

I can't promise to take away your loneliness, but I can promise to be there when you need me the most.

One of the expedients of party to acquire influence, within particular districts, is to misrepresent the opinions and aims of other districts.

As far back as the 1800s, people were moving to Florida to make their dreams come true.

Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.

What makes something better is connection.

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.

For a long time I was cautious of working with my parents because I wanted to feel separate from them in the community. Now there's no more wasting time.

There are many ways to the Divine. I have chosen the ways of song, dance, and laughter.

There was no civility, there was no sophistication, there was nothing but raw resentment and anger on the part of the Hillary [Clinton] campaign staff.