I was thinking about New York and realized how much I hate walking around in the winter and how much I dread getting on the train.

There are some people I've met and it's stressful just speaking to them, because they're really pretentious and I don't know how to talk to them without being pretentious back.

I played piano for a lot of my childhood and stupidly quit. I wish I hadn't - I could have been a great classical pianist!

I feel like I can be infinitely inspired because New York is huge. There's always a new street I can go to, or a billion new people who I haven't met that I could write about. New York is very humbling.

My relationship to New York has changed a lot. I feel lucky to live here. A lot of times you walk through the city and don't notice that you're in a really beautiful neighborhood, or that you're passing a beautiful building. It's nice, as an exercise, to keep aware that you're in a really lucky place.

When I was younger, my view of New York was really wide-eyed and excited. I've lived here all my life.

I feel like the cosmos implies mystery, or infinite secrets.