In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: 'Is there someone new?'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Every clarification breeds new questions.
I don't think anyone really says anything new.
Every now and then, someone comes along - we used to call it 'New Jack' - tries to do something new, tries to take all the credit, without acknowledging the past.
I think we're giving people something new that people didn't know was out there before.
Nothing new here, except my marrying, which to me is a matter of profound wonder.
There is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it.
What is new in the world? Nothing. What is old in the world? Nothing. Everything has always been and will always be.
There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.
Sometimes you have to ask the question as if it's going to be your last question - as if it's going to be the last time you talk to that person.
Whatever good things people say of us, they tell us nothing new.