Parisians overwhelmingly buy small cars. And it's not because people are petite, but because fuel is drop-dead expensive. Gasoline costs more than twice as much in Paris as in New York.

I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky, you make it to Paris for a while.

I live in a small apartment. There's only so much Batman memorabilia a guy can hang on to in New York City.

I intend to buy 'The New York Times.' Please don't take it as a joke.

In New York, I much prefer playing older because as characters get older, they get more interesting.

No flying machine will ever fly from New York to Paris.