Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

Is there really anyone, besides Rudy Giuliani, who prefers the new Times Square?

I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to loose but lost and have to remember, being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine, and at the end of the day I fill the suitcase with old news.

Imagine being served a plate of sushi. But this plate also holds all of the animals that were killed for your serving of sushi. The plate might have to be five feet across.

I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.

Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls!

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?