There's something so soothing about the hum of Grand Central Station.

I have been known to go to the grocery store and just buy pepperoni. There's just something fantastic about salty, fatty meats.

I love to vacuum. There's just something so satisfying about hearing detritus sucked up into a vacuum. Sand makes such a great sound when being vacuumed off a hardwood floor.

There's something about the darkness that I find unavoidably intoxicating. The knowledge that other people are sleeping and, therefore, unavailable to ruin my solitude, makes me more peaceful than I am during the day.

Why does my brain insist on counting the steps every time I walk up a flight of stairs? I just can't help myself. There's something about my mind that always wants to keep counting.

I remember waiting in line early in the morning at Grand Central Station for a half dozen hot bagels.