Man, I So Sick Of

When You Get Older, Keeping The Private Stuff Private Seems Less Important.

New York Is An Ugly City, A Dirty City... But There Is One Thing About It. Once You Have Lived In New York And It Has Become Your Home, No Place Else Is Good Enough.

Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One And Most Of 'em Stink.

I Never Know What I'm Going To Write Next, And When I Think I Do I Usually Turn Out To Be Mistaken.

As A Friend Of Mine, Herself A Writer, Says, 'people Who Spend The Most Meaningful Hours Of Their Lives In The Exclusive Company Of Imaginary People Are Apt To Be A Little Strange'