The Only Way To Fight Nostalgia Is

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

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

Don't Tell Me About The World. Not Today. It's Springtime And They're Knocking Baseball Around Fields Where The Grass Is Damp And Green In The Morning And The Kids Are Trying To Hit The Curve Ball.

He Tried To Imagine The Sound Of The Color Red.

Human Beings Want To Know Too Much Abut Each Other, And That's Why There Are So Many Lies.