Amor Towles

If Broadway was a river running from the top of Manhattan down to the Battery, undulating with traffic and commerce and lights, then the east-west streets were eddies where, leaf-like, one could turn slow circles from the beginning to the ever shall be, world without end.

If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...Then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.

There are few things so disarming as one who laughs well at her own expense.