“When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation."[As attributed by Alastair Reid in Neruda and Borges, The New Yorker, June 24, 1996; as well as in The Talk of the Town, The New Yorker, July 7, 1986]”
“Every true New Yorker believes with all his heart that when a New Yorker is tired of New York, he is tired of life.”
“...In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers...”
“New Yorkers, I figured, just pretended to be unfriendly.”
“You don't get it, do you? This isn't 'good cop, bad cop.' This is fag and New Yorker. You're in a lot of trouble.”
“The distinctions between Virginians, Pennsylvanians, New Yorkers, and New Englanders are no more. I Am Not A Virginian, But An American!”