Style lasts forever and taste doesn't.

It could be, it might be... It is, A home run!

Booze, broads and bullshit. If you got all that, what else do you need?

Hello again, everybody... It's a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.

Every since high school I've been drawn to magazines.

Movie narration in the forties was radically different than the narrative involved in books.

Everybody thought New York was this hard, cruel place, and I found it to be an extraordinarily wonderful place filled with the most interesting people.

Although I had a few jobs that I didn't like, or quit, or got fired from, I really loved New York from the moment I got here and I never stopped.

New York was big enough and wide enough that it allowed for reasonably eccentric people like me to thrive. It was a perfect place for me.

Taste has nothing to do with style.

It's interesting that there are places that words can't get to.

Style is a way of talking about yourself.

Beauty doesn't have anything to do with prettiness. Beauty has to do with something else; it gets into an area where words can't go.

The thing I loved the most about being art director was picking the photographers and working with them.

Style and taste do not have anything to do with the other. It's the difference between wit and humor.

I couldn't sit down and write a novel or a short story - even now - because of my dyslexia. But I learned narration through movies.

Sometimes other people have better ideas.

My education was an education by movies.

I'd like to know what law is it that says that a woman is a better parent, simply by virtue of her sex.