The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.

I have to return some videotapes

After a while you learn that everything stops.

No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.

Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by. Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X.

Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.

When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.