How Inevitable It Is; We Step Into

One Of Those Out-of-the-ordinary Days That Made Sense Of The Slew Of Ordinary Days. New York Had A Way Of Doing That. Every Now And Then The City Shook Its Soul Out. It Assailed You With An Image, Or A Day, Or A Crime, Or A Terror, Or A Beauty So Difficult To Wrap Your Mind Around That You Had To Shake Your Head In Disbelief.

Everything Was Fabulous, Even Our Breakdowns.

Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice. His Will Hardly Rock Heaven Or Hell.

People Are Good Or Half Good Or A Quarter Good, And It Changes All The Time- But Even On The Best Day Nobody's Perfect.

The Repeated Lies Become History, But They Don't Necessarily Become The Truth.