The best Quotes by Peter Falk

What's the name of that famous museum in Paris? The Louvre? I went through that place in 20 minutes.

My idea of Heaven is to wake up, have a good breakfast, and spend the rest of the day drawing.

Sometimes I was in school plays, but only when the kid they'd originally picked got sick and they asked me to substitute.

The entertainment industry is loaded with extraordinarily talented people. But the true, genuine originals, they're rare.

I'm just looking to get through the day.

Before coffee, I'm up and walking around but I'm not awake.

I'm going home and finish getting drunk.

Rumford: "Do you have a first name?"
Columbo: "I do. My wife is about the only one that uses it."

It's a little... steep. But I'll tell ya, it was the quickest way down.

My wife says I'm the second smartest. She claims there are 80 guys tied for first.

Let's start with small things. Let's finish our coffee.

Perfect murder, sir? Oh, I'm sorry. There's no such thing as a perfect murder. That's just an illusion.

Oh, there's just one more thing...

No wonder the city never sleeps, it's too busy trying to get laid.

There are eight million people in this city. And those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders.

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

Manhattan, for millions of our forefathers, the gateway to hope, opportunity and happiness beyond their wildest dreams. Today, that hope is still alive, it's called "The First Date". On Saturday nights, every restaurant in Lower Manhattan resembles its own little Ellis Island.

I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

In a city that moves so fast, you get the Sunday paper on Saturday - how did any of us know how much time we had left?

We are New Yorkers. Proud citizens of the greatest city on earth. Thinking big isn't new to us. It is the very foundation of who we are.

So you're single? In Paris? Now I'm even more jealous. I mean, your life is croissants and sex.

I make the most money, I think, in Russia and Paris, for the people of those countries are so willing to be amused, so eager to see something new and out of the ordinary.

This room is like a museum of old, useless crap... by which I mean every museum.

If you gave back every stolen artifact from a museum, you'd be left with an empty building.

I won't eat any cereal that doesn't turn the milk purple.

My favorite meal would have to be good old-fashioned eggs, over easy, with bacon. Many others, but you can't beat that on a Sunday morning, especially with a cup of tea.

"You see, Momo," he told her one day, "it's like this: Sometimes, when you've a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you'll never get it swept."
He gazed silently into space before continuing.
"And then you start to hurry," he went on. "You work faster and faster, and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you're out of breath and have to stop - and still the street stretches away in front of you. That's not the way to do it."

He pondered a while. Then he said, "You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else."
Again he paused for thought before adding, "That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that's how it ought to be."

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Your laugh is the reason your parents never tickled you growing up.