Almost Any Age Is Better Than Twenty-two.

But If One's Dreams Having To Come True Was The Only Referendum On Whether They Were Beautiful, Or Worth Dreaming, Well Then, No One Would Wish For Anything. And That Would Be So Much Sadder.

New York Is Breaking My Heart. I’ve Often Said That It’s Like Having A Really Interesting Boyfriend Suddenly Becoming Really, Really Into Wine, And Having To Have Endless Conversations About It.

We’re Creatures Of Contact Regardless Of Whether/ We Kiss Or We Wound. Still, We Must Come Together.

Unfortunately, There's No Greater Rhyme Or Reason As To Why It Would Be Me. And Since There Is No Answer As To Why Me, It's Not A Question I Feel Really Entitled To Ask.

I Do Not Go Outdoors. Not More Than I Have To. As Far As I'm Concerned, The Whole Point Of Living In New York City Is Indoors. You Want Greenery? Order The Spinach.