I Don't Ask For The Meaning Of

For Those Without Money, The Road To The Treasure House Of The Imagination Begins At The Public Library.

Human Beings Want To Know Too Much Abut Each Other, And That's Why There Are So Many Lies.

Just Like That. Gone Forever. They Will Not Grow Old Together. They Will Never Live On A Beach By The Sea, Their Hair Turned White, Dancing In A Living Room To Billie Holiday Or Nat Cole. They Will Not Enter A New York Club At Midnight And Show The Poor Hip-hop Fools How To Dance. They Will Not Chuckle Together Over The Endless Folly Of The World, Its Vanities And Stupid Ambitions. They Will Not Hug Each Other In Any Chilly New York Dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My Baby. My Love.

This Is Truly Marvelous Work Full Of Mystery, Nostalgia, Joy, The Color Of Whimsy.

Say What You Will About Him Ed Koch Is Still The Best Show In Town.