He Tried To Imagine The Sound Of

In The End, The Only Thing The True New Yorker Knows About New York Is That It Is Unknowable.

Writing Is The Hardest Work In The World Not Involving Heavy Lifting.

This Is Truly Marvelous Work Full Of Mystery, Nostalgia, Joy, The Color Of Whimsy.

The Only Way To Fight Nostalgia Is To Listen To Somebody Else's Nostalgia

There Is Something Elegantly Sinister About The Rolling Stones. They Sit Before You At A Press Conference Like Five Unfolding Switchblades; Their Faces Set In Rehearsed Snarls; Their Hair Studiously Unkempt And Matted; Their Clothes Part Of Some Private Conceit; And The Way They Walk And Talk And The Songs They Sing All Become Part Of Some Long Mean Reach For The Jugular.