I realized the other day that I've lived in New York longer than I've lived anywhere else. It's amazing: I am a New Yorker. It's strange I never thought I would be.

More and more couples are having this negotiation or discussion but I'm still amazed at the number who aren't and where the cultural norm sort of kicks in and they just assume that mom's got to be the one who stays home not dad.

If you tell people where to go but not how to get there you'll be amazed at the results.

You watch an old 'Jeopardy!' and the categories alone are very plain. 'Poetry ' or 'Movies ' or 'Physics.' If you watch it now though there'll be a theme board where the categories are all Hitchcock movies. Lots more jokes lots more high-concept categories and questions.

Having gone through so many of the personal things I've gone through its about creating an (online) space for girls to be heard. I don't profess to have all the answers. But Ask Elizabeth is a space where girls are not alone.

I think Jersey stands alone and because I'm from Jersey I never make fun of where people are from. I'll make fun of what they look like but I'll never make fun of where they are from. Jersey is special.

We'll try to include Iraqi officers in our staffs. We will do everything we can to empower Iraqi security forces to stand up on their own and operate where they can alone.

Should we find a second form of life right here on our doorstep we could be confident that life is a truly cosmic phenomenon. If so there may well be sentient beings somewhere in the galaxy wondering as do we if they are not alone in the universe.

We are the only class in history that has been left to fight its battles alone unaided by the ruling powers. White labor and the freed black men had their champions but where are ours?

I'm actually not an exhibitionist at all. When you get onstage and you get under the lights playing music I feel more hidden and more alone than anywhere else. You hide behind your music and let your emotions come out through the music.

I can work myself up into a fearful paralyzing state of mind that can last for days weeks even months where I feel mad totally isolated and alone overwhelmed and completely out of control.

Life certainly points it out to you - 'you can go this way or the other way.' You have to decide and it's a very strong decision because would you sleep well knowing that you're living in the best place but you're letting the place where you should live alone?

This communication alone by the comparison of the antagonisms rivalries movements which give birth to decisive moments permits the evolution of the soul whereby a man realizes himself on earth. It is impossible to be concerned with anything else in art.

It's only when you're alone that you realize where you are. You have nothing to fall back on except your own resources.

I'm not at the point where I'd feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. I'm the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway and I just know someone's going to jump out and get me.

One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8 I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.

I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I'm dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They're nowhere. I know they're nowhere and they don't exist but if nowhere means that's where they are that's where I want to be.

Where I come from it was a heresy to say you wanted to be in movies leave alone American movies.

Mass transportation is doomed to failure in North America because a person's car is the only place where he can be alone and think.

I have an internal protectiveness where it's like if it comes to just me as frightened as I am of losing someone I love or things going sour or simply being alone there is a dark place in my brain where I'm like It could happen and I'm okay I'm prepared.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

We were alone. Where I could not say hardly imagine. All was black and such a dense black that after some minutes my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.

If I'm alone too long I think too much and I'm not interested in doing that. That won't lead anywhere good I'm sure. If I'm busy I tend to stay out of trouble. An idle mind is the devil's playground.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone with the knowledge that only God is watching him and play his ball where it lies is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.