"I love New York because we order pizza from the Italian place across the street and have our laundry delivered. We take a taxi to the gym. We know exactly what we want out of life and careers, but we can't decide where to eat brunch. We make plans and don't keep any of them. We think a studio for $1,500 a month is a steal, but get pissed when the coffee guy raises his prices by 25 cents. We fight with cabbies about their driving skills, but we are 35 and have never had a driver's license." (as told to New York Magazine.)
"The reason many people come to New York, after all, is to marvel at its glories and revel in its parade of daily wonder. But to live here now is to endure a gnawing suspicion that somebody, somewhere, is marveling and reveling a little more successfully than you are. That they're paying less money for a bigger apartment with more-authentic details on a nicer block closer to cuter restaurants and still-uncrowded bars and hipper galleries that host better parties with cooler bands than yours does, in an area that's simultaneously a portal to the future . . . and a throwback to an untainted past . . . And you know what? Someone is."
As James Taylor said, "Oh, Mexico!"
