"New York's a bit like Vegas. It never really sleeps. It just nods out every once in a while."Kinky Friedman, Ten Little New Yorkers
Friday, April 18, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
"The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There as nowhere else you feel a total absence of the spirit: herds of men who cannot count past three, herds more who cannot get past six."
Federico Garcia Lorca, Deep Song and Other Prose