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I Am Born Hungry. Ravenous. I Want To Eat The World, And I Can Never Be Satiated.

Italy Has Sun And Tomatoes, And Russia Just Has Real Problems.

Every Returning New Yorker Asks The Question: Is This Still My City? I Have A Ready Answer, Cloaked In Obstinate Despair: It Is. And If It's Not, I Will Love It All The More. I Will Love It To The Point Where It Becomes Mine Again.

I Love Librarians More Than Any Other People In The World. When I Was An Immigrant Kid, They’ve Made Me Feel Like A Human Being And They Gave Me Books That Taught Me English.

I Have My Own Dying Empire To Contend With, And I Do Not Wish For Any Other.