"They all want to come to New York. This city is what Paris used to be. No matter what they are in their own country, it starts eating at them, the idea that in New York people might not give a damn who they are. You know what she is, don't you? She's an empress, and Tacaya's the emperor. He calls himself president, but they all do that. They all pay lip service to democracy. Oh, it's a great world. There's ten or twenty million poor devils flinching on their dirt floors every time the empress wiggles a finger, but she can't sleep nights thinking that the people at La Boue d'Argent in New York might not know who the hell she is."
- Arthur Ruskin, Tom Wolfe's Bonfire of the Vanities