The problem with the literary hothouse of New York City is that people spend so much time looking in the mirror. They go to parties with people who are just like them, and they write novels about people who are just like them. It's limiting.
Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.
I couldn't imagine my life being any more successful than it is now.
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