I've Always Essentially Been A New Yorker.

I Wanted A Drink. There Were A Hundred Reasons Why A Man Will Want A Drink, But I Wanted One Now For The Most Elementary Reason Of All. I Didn't Want To Feel What I Was Feeling, And A Voice Within Was Telling Me That I Needed A Drink, That I Couldn't Bear It Without It. But That Voice Is A Liar. You Can Always Bear The Pain. It'll Hurt, It'll Burn Like Acid In An Open Wound, But You Can Stand It. And, As Long As You Can Make Yourself Go On Choosing The Pain Over The Relief, You Can Keep Going.

The Less Attention I Pay To What People Want And The More Attention I Pay To Just Writing The Book I Want To Write, The Better I Do.

Asking Me Why I Did Or Didn't Do Anything Is Generally Pointless. How Do I Know? And Asking Me What I'll Do In The Future Is Even Less Rewarding.

If You Build A Better Mousetrap, Nature Will Build A Better Mouse.

Back Then, Before It Became Clear That Democracy Was Best Served By A Drunken Electorate, The Bars In New York City Were Required To Close On Election Day.