Sometimes to walk in shaded parts of Manhattan is to be inserted into a Magritte: the street is night while the sky is day.

Who has the courage to set right those misperceptions that bring us love?

...even my work, the largest of the pots and pans I'd placed under my life's leaking ceiling, had become to small to contain my misery.

Life itself had become disembodied. My family, the spine of my days, had crumbled. I was lost in invertebrate time.

people in new york are authorized by convention to snoop around and mentally measure and pass comment on any real estate they're invited to step into.

All of us want to do well. But if we do not do good, too, then doing well will never be enough.

Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Lifes a very funny proposition after all.

You can't be happy by doing something groovy.

I think ambition is a desire for recognition. People want to be special. I think ambition can take in a whole package of things, power or sexual excitement.

Keep telling yourself and others there are no supermoms, there are only wonderful mothers.

The lost wallet or purse law: No matter how careful you are, assume that you will lose a few. ... Keep grief to a minimum. It's bad enough your stuff is gone; don't lose your mind too.

Surrender is a perfectly acceptable alternative in extreme circumstances.

Forewarned, forearmed; to be prepared is half the victory.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action