I Pursue Pleasure, But Stingily, Suspiciously.

New York Is Full Of Abandoned Churches. A Godless City, But Full Of Superstitions On Every Subject--art, Money, Sex, Food, Health.

Mortality: Not Acquittal But A Series Of Postponements Is What We Hope For.

The Routines Of Tourism Are Even More Monotonous Than Those Of Daily Life.

New York Loves Itself In An Unkind And Fanatical Way.

A Successful Restaurant Makes Everything In It, Including The Patrons, Seem A Little Better Than They Are.