In the end, the only thing the true New Yorker knows about New York is that it is unknowable.

For those without money, the road to the treasure house of the imagination begins at the public library.

He tried to imagine the sound of the color red.

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.

More than anything, it's a game of innocence. Politicians may come and go, but they always get booed at the ballpark.

The culture of drink endures because it offers so many rewards: confidence for the shy, clarity for the uncertain, solace to the wounded and lonely, and above all, the elusive promises of friendship and love.

Writing is the hardest work in the world not involving heavy lifting.