There are certain romances that belong in certain cities, in a certain atmosphere, in a certain time.

When you lose a lover it's like getting a bad haircut. It grows back in time.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

Though I love the luxury of the Waldorf Towers, room service there doesn't do soul food.

You want to see the boy next door?...(then) don't go see Michael Jackson, because he ain't the boy next door.

Fame comes with its own standard. A guy who twitches his lips is just another guy with a lip twitch - unless he's Humphrey Bogart.