Sometimes it seems the whole purpose of pets is to bring death into the house.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people’ll pay your price.
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.