What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl..

History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women..

It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine….

If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York.

Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides..

There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American..

When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster...I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That's the….

Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark..

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership)..

Women's weapon, water-drops..

It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do..

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York..

There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavour of life until he has known poverty, love and war. The justness of this reflection commends ….

Whenever he saw a dollar in another man's hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn't take it any other way..

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!.

All of us have to be prevaricators, hypocrites, and liars every day of our lives; otherwise the social structure would fall into pieces the first day….

Yes, I get dry spells. Sometimes I can't turn out a thing for three months. When one of those spells comes on I quit trying to work and go out and se….

[A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crac….

Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines..

In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out..