New York Is Not A

The Only Credential The City Asked Was The Boldness To Dream. For Those Who Did, It Unlocked Its Gates And Its Treasures, Not Caring Who They Were Or Where They Came From.

The Theatre Breeds Its Own Kind Of Cruelty, And Its Sadism Takes On A Keener Edge Since It Can Be Enjoyed Under The Innocent Guise Of Critical Judgment.

I Have Always Understood The Unbelieving Look In The Eyes Of Those Whom Success Touches Early - It Is A Look Half Fearful, As Though The Dream Were Still In The Process Of Being Dreamed And To Move Or To Speak Would Shatter It.

Far More Quickly Than Reason And Logic, Irony Can Penetrate Rage And Puncture Self-pity.

Without Vanity A Writer's Work Is Tepid, And He Must Accept His Vanity As Part Of His Stock In Trade And Live With It As One Of The Hazards Of His Profession.