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've been accused of being very vain about my apathy.

...if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.

I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.

Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.

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

... her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk.