The Problem With Prototypes Is

You Know The Reason I Love The Stars Is Because We Can't Hurt Them: We Can't Burn Them, We Can't Melt Them , We Can't Make Them Overflow, We Can't Flood Them Or Burn Them Up—so We Keep Reacing For Them

People Who Were Born Alone Are Defined By Feelings Like "who's Gonna Be With Me When I Die? Who Will Ever Understand Me? Will I Always Feel So Alone? Maybe If I Write A Book..." And You Forget That That Doesn't Help You So Much.

Long Live The Beauty That Comes Down And Through And Onto All Of Us.

As A New Yorker, I'm Someone Who Lives On An Island And Looks Across To America.

I'm One Of The First Americans Who Wasn't A Torturer Or An Interrogator.