I almost believe there is no New York; there is only a set of projections, and it can be anything you want. It has the worst people, it has the best; it’s the worst, it’s the best. It is the acceptance of the contradictions and illusions. In any relationship, you can alternately love and hate somebody every day. New York is so mutable and surprising. Even if you don’t love it, it is always compelling, always interesting, and never boring. I do love New York.