That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

Selling your apartment in New York is like dating a manic-depressive.. you get used to cycles of elation and despondency. Every time someone would come to see the apartment, there was the thrill of the date. You want to be presentable, so you clean the place up, make sure it smells good, put on some mood lighting and mellow music.

I have a friend - I send her one text and I get 20 texts back. Guys don't want a million texts. It's exhausting.

New Yorkers are predatory about real estate. When they sense softening, they move in for the kill.

The farther you go...the harder it is to return. The world has many edges and it's easy to fall off.

I think Hillary Clinton's been's depressing democratic turnout.

I think it's a good thing that there are bloggers out there watching very closely and holding people accountable. Everyone in the news should be able to hold up to that kind of scrutiny. I'm for as much transparency in the newsgathering process as possible.