It's the cynics who never get married.
Your heartbreak is just another version of the same old story.
Eat, drink and remarry is my motto.
Most of the people I write about have been ambitious outlanders who have been attracted to New York from other parts of the world.
Mine is not an autonomous imagination.
I don't think I've left a trail of weeping women in my wake. I mean, the number of serious relationships I've had has not been into double digits.