The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.
New York has an electronic heart.
New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.
A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar grows dull and we no longer see, hear, or taste it.
Big Business and Politics are twins, they are the monsters who kill everything, corrupt everything.
To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.