For Me, Having It All Is Being

Out Of All The Neighborhoods In Manhattan, Soho In Particular Had The Charged Atmosphere Of A Movie Set, Populated With Passersby Who Looked Like Extras From Central Casting, So Perfectly Did They Fit Into This Environment. There Was The Feeling Of Everything Being Not Quite Real, Or Too Perfectly Cliched To Actually Be True, And It Began To Rain In A Fine, Misty Drizzle From A Black Patent Leather Sky.

Some People Are Settling Down, Some People Are Settling And Some People Refuse To Settle For Anything Less Than Butterflies.

I Started Working For The 'ny Observer' When I Was 33. After I Had Been Writing For Them For About A Year And A Half The Editor Said, 'your Stories Are The Most Talked About Stories In The 'observer'; You Should Have Your Own Column.'

Whoever We Are Here, We Might Be Princesses Somewhere Else. Or Writers. Or Scientists. Or Presidents. Or Whatever The Hell We Want To Be That Everyone Else Says We Can't.

Thank Goodness For The First Snow, It Was A Reminder--no Matter How Old You Became And How Much You'd Seen, Things Could Still Be New If You Were Willing To Believe They Still Mattered.