New York City, one story at a time.
The extent art can go to in proving that humanity has a pristine soul will never cease to amaze me.
"I’m trying to figure out what my dreams are."
"I told her that if she wanted to start over, to meet where we first kissed. She was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago."
"I’m 86. And that’s about enough. I’m ready to go."
"Aren’t you afraid of death?"
"Why would I be?"
"Isn’t that sort of a natural condition of living?"
"Not when you miss your husband as much as I do."
"When I was 19, my girlfriend and I were going to study in Paris. Our boyfriends came to the docks to see us off. Right as we were getting on the ship, my friend’s boyfriend said to her: ‘If you go, I won’t wait for you.’ So she turned around and decided to stay. My fiance saw this and told me: ‘I won’t wait for you either.’ I said: ‘Don’t!’”
"We met in Vienna. On a train. In the snow."
Wendell is hands down the greatest homeless fashion designer who ever lived. He makes almost all his clothes from things he finds. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, so I was quite thrilled to walk up on him Tuesday, doing this to a Gandhi statue.
"She won’t talk to me until I get my shit together."
"Every man has a She."
"Sometimes, when I’m going home to see her, I think: ‘Nobody should be this happy on a Tuesday.’"
"I’ve been working for 45 years, and so has my wife. But we have no money. You know why? Because my five kids have two bachelor’s, a master’s, and two doctorate degrees. They are my wealth."