Amrithaa

“One of these days I’m going to write a book about living in New York—in a sixteen-story apartment house complete with families, bachelors, career girls, a ninety-year-old Village Idiot and a doorman who can tell you the name and apartment number of every one of the twenty-seven resident dogs. I am so tired of being told what a terrible place New York is to live in by people who don’t live there.”
― Helene Hanff, The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street

“What’s to be done?”

“I’ll have to go deep diving and look for the answer in the RDB.”

RDB?

“Rectal Data Base. Because I’m going to have to pull some serious shit out of my ass to make this work.”

“Truly poetic.”
― Tanya Thompson, Red Russia

“My problem was that by this time the Colonel and I had already had thirty straight hours of Togetherness and I’m not equipped for it, not even with the best friend I have on earth, which he isn’t.”
― Helene Hanff, The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street

“I went down to Chemical—and after asking to see everything but my teeth, they cashed {my cheque}. Nothing infuriates me like those friendly, folksy bank ads in magazines and on TV. Every bank I ever walked into was about as folksy as a cobra.”
― Helene Hanff, The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street