I maintain that every civil rights bill in this country was passed for white people, not for black people.
Some people can only be happy being a star. What happens if and when the work dries up?
Manhattan's always fascinating, too, just a big, stinky, smelly conglomeration of numbered avenues and streets, but it's just got a vibe that's hard to beat. I shouldn't like it, but I do. I can't put my finger on it.

