New York is an ugly city, a dirty city... But there is one thing about it. Once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

I've always essentially been a New Yorker.

Dangerous thing, giving humanity the knowledge of good and evil. And the capacity to make the wrong choice more often than not.

If you cannot stand a spoon upright in the cup, then the coffee is too weak.

As a friend of mine, herself a writer, says, 'People who spend the most meaningful hours of their lives in the exclusive company of imaginary people are apt to be a little strange'

I never know what I'm going to write next, and when I think I do I usually turn out to be mistaken.