My father was totally Irish, and so I went to Ireland once. I found it to be very much like New York, for it was a beautiful country, and both the women and men were good-looking.

My father was a Norwegian tenor and my mother a New York Irish librarian.

There are a lot of good women in New York.

Very much as men project weird fantasies on women, the people in New York project weird fantasies on California.

If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.

Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float In sunset's golden and crimson dyes: I look and a great joy clutches my throat! Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-furled-- O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City in the World.