New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.

If I have three ideas and I'm working on one more than the others, that sort of tells me that I should work on that one.

The Declaration of Independence is that sacred American text so full of meaning and purpose and yet quite empty if you examine it and pull it apart because the words "All Men" exclude a vast number of citizens.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

Google "brooklyn writer" and you'll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?

Memory is the most malicious cutter of all, preserving, recasting, panning in slow motion across the awful bits so that we retain every detail.

A monster is a person who has stopped pretending.