Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.

I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.

I write articles, and I do profiles of members of organizations and associations.

Even if you're going to die, you might as well die pretty.

It had never occurred to me before but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected.

He didn't like it all that much when he first came - all the rubbish and the rush - but it was growing on him, it wasn't half bad. Coming to the city was like entering a tunnel, he said, and finding to your surprise that the light at the end didn't matter; sometimes in fact the tunnel made the light tolerable.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.