Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You

I Realized That I Might Not Ever Make It As A Writer, That It Might Be Because I Wasn't Good Enough, Or That It Might Be Because The Odds Were Just Too Long.

I'd Like To Have The Kind Of House Someday Where A Carousel Horse Wouldn't Be Out Of Place In The Living Room.

There Is A Type Of Writer That Can Happily Bury Themselves In The Country And Dig Very Deep, But I'm Not Like That.

Your Heartbreak Is Just Another Version Of The Same Old Story.

What I'm Nostalgic For Is The Idea Of An Edge In New York. There Used To Be These Fringes Of The City Where Civilization Sort Of Ended, And Therefore Young People Could Live Cheaply, Or Open Nightclubs Or Art Galleries, Or Even Squat. That Fringe Moved Out To New Jersey And Brooklyn. The Whole Idea Of The Metropolis Is The Centralization Of Like-minded Souls, And When The Central Real Estate Becomes Too Expensive, The Dreamers, The Young Poets, And The Artists Will Go Elsewhere.