Part of the oncoming demise (of New York during its terrible fiscal crisis) is that none of us can simply believe it. We were always the best and the strongest of cities, and our people were vital to the teeth. Knock them down eight times and they would get up with that look in the eye which suggests the fight has barely begun.

Horror films do not prepare us for the hours lost in searching after one clear thought.

The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

In America all too few blows are struck into flesh. We kill the spirit here, we are experts at that. We use psychic bullets and kill each other cell by cell.

You can't be a serious writer of fiction unless you believe the story you are telling.

Tough guys don't dance. You had better believe it.

I am not here only so that the blind might see, but to teach those who thought they could see that they are blind