New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.
Actually, I think friendship and love are exactly the same thing.
Never demean yourself by talking back to a critic, never. Write those letters to the editor in your head, but don't put them on paper.
There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.
I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.