I'm from New York, so I'm not a big driver.
I moved to New York to do a play when I was 18.
We report the news. Fox talks about the news.
I've lived in New York for a really long time.
If it's December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?
Bill: Careful, Tweedy. The Mort's Frenchified.
New York gave me hell for that 'Purple Swag,' man. They didn't respect me until 'Peso.'
I love New York. I love working here.
I love N.Y.C.! I can't think of any individual that hates New York.
Patricia Franchini: New York Herald Tribune!
A new era of responsibility is here.
Try and fit in in a New Zealand playground with an Armagh accent - it doesn't work.
The fact is that people are attracted to new work and by new work.
Entertainment is such a great job to have.
I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe, because somewhere, mixed in with all that ink, is the next great American novel. And I’d love nothing more than to drink it.
If it’s not already written, I want to write a book called, “The Art of Raw.” But instead of using my real name, I’ll use the pseudonym, “Sun Tzushi.
In a brave and noble way, I want to sacrifice my life one day so that two of my clones can live.
I want to write a song about one man's level of commitment called, "I'd walk to the edge of the world, just to dump your body.
I want to possess enough courage to fill a Campbell’s soup can. And then I want to use my courage to feed the homeless. Isn’t courage not only filling, but delicious?
I want to be a creature that’s half bee, half the letter B. That way I can pollinate the world with my literacy.
I want to replace my knees with miniature Rube Goldberg machines. That way you'll know how difficult it is for me to simply walk out of your life.
