I will no longer take anyone's word for my experience.

Whoever is born in New York is ill-equipped to deal with any other city: all other cities seem, at best, a mistake, and, at worst, a fraud. No other city is so spitefully incoherent.

The world tends to trap you in the role you play and it is always extremely hard to maintain a watchful, mocking distance between oneself as one appears to be and oneself as one actually is.

Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.

American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.

You don't need numbers; you need passion, and this is proven by the history of the world!

I can't believe what you say, because I see what you do.