Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

People who are having a love-sex relationship are continuously lying to each other because the very nature of the relationship demands that they do, because you have to make a love object of this person, which means that you editorialize about them. You cut out what you don't want to see, you add this if it isn't there. And so therefore you're building a lie.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

[T]he army of wrongness rampant in the world might as well march over me.

You don't run out on people; you run out on yourself.